The Journalist's Prayer
© 1996, Jim Lesses. All Rights Reserved.

Oh, Lord, won’t you send me another disaster,
A front page lead story full of injured and dead.
The shareholders love it and the readers are hungry
For headlines and photographs dripping with red.

CHORUS:
Oh, Lord, won’t you send me another disaster
A mid-air explosion; a train wreck or two.
A wreck on the highway; the bigger the better,
Oh, Lord, I’m a-leaving it all up to you.

Oh, Lord, won’t you send me a right royal scandal,
A sexual dalliance covered with lust.
Between the Duke and his Consort, The Guard and the Duchess,
The heir to the throne with his hand on a bust.

Chorus

Oh, Lord, won’t you send me another new war zone,
A great human tragedy, please heed the call.
We’ll send a reporter to cover the slaughter,
To stand by and film as the bodies do fall.

Chorus

[Spoken]
And Lord, won’t you send me another young victim
of drugs and abuse – who’s got cancer to boot.
Make her timid and tragic, her life full of sorrow,
But most of all Lord, make her pretty and cute.

Chorus

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