So, my father-in-law’s a priest – that I wouldn’t have imagined
And I was once a prince – now a shepherd – so… that happened
I thought I had the world whipped and a grip on my reality
‘Til a burning fern helped me discern my superficiality
Thought that fire of highest dosage would fry that dried-out foliage
Holy fire! Holy mackerel! That’s not natural
My people, still enslaved, kept their heads down – kept praying
The God shrouded in shrubbery heard each litany they were saying
He told me to go back to where I once was prince
I asked Him, “Who am I now?” “What if no one there’s convinced?”
Then the staff my arm was tethering hit the ground and started slithering
Holy grail! Grab the tail! That’s not natural
It’s not natural looking ‘round seeing more than meets the eye
Trusting God, like Joseph in a cistern, left to die
At worst, I’ve been a target – at best, damaged collateral
God choosing me, using me – that’s not natural