How Did He Know

[couchgrouch]

How Did He KnowDavid sat with his golden harp,on a balcony in the darkand composed a mournful psalmhe saw a righteous man's bloody sweat,a haunted hill...a cross' silhouetteand a spirit lifted up and gonebut how did he knowwhat would happen so long agothey say he was inspiredby something higherbut all the weepingall the shameis it a part, of the human heartto cause others painsometimes in the nightI ask by candlelighthow did he knowJohn sat in his prison cell,and wrote of four horsemen and hellriding hard through the fate of menas I look around today,I see them heading our wayand think of the apostle and his penand how did he knowwhat would happen so long agothey say he was inspiredby something higherbut all the weepingall the shameis it a part, of the human heartto cause others painsometimes in the nightI ask by candlelighthow did he knowmy old clock struck twelve,I took a record from my shelfand brushed the grey dust off itI sat there till dawn, listening to the songsof a singing prophetI pictured Hank with his guitar,tear in his jug...penning Your Cheating Heartin an empty motel roomcos my woman betrayed my trust,turned our gold wedding bands to dustand somehow Hank saw it in that tunebut how did he knowwhat would happen so long agothey say he was inspiredby something higherbut all the weepingall the shameis it a part, of a woman's heartto cause others painsometimes in the nightI ask by candlelighthow did he know(c)2005 Robert George