Bryan Bowers Zen Gospel Singing
I once was a Baptist and on each Sunday morn
I’d be in church praying as sure as you’re born
We’d sing there like angels In that good harmony
But sin and salvation are no longer for me
Cuz now I’m a Buddhist, chant my mantra each day
But I miss that hymn singing In that good gospel way
So we’ll sing to old Buddha and the wonders of Zen We’ll
meet in Nirvana, yes we’ll be there then
My old friends don’t like me since I shaved my head
They all talk about me as if I were dead
My good old Zen buddies, they think I’m okay
But I can’t get them singing more than one note a day
As we sit there cross legged eating brown rice and tea
We chant out our mantra in four square harmony
We don’t sing of salvation or heavenly home
It’s Zen gospel singing just ohm mom sweet ohm.
