Bruce Dickinson, the small boy.
While I listen regularly to praise and worship songs, I’m fascinated by the artists who are in the mainstream, and write songs about God and their spiritual life.
Bruce Dickinson is a polymath, an adult prodigy. A commercial airline pilot, a fencer, a brewer, an entrepreneur, the singer of Iron Maiden, father of three. No need for adding anything else. There is a series on Youtube (Faith and Music) where he openly talks about his beliefs.
Bruce is honest with the Man of Sorrows:
Here, in a church, a small boy is kneeling
He prays to a god he does not know, he cannot feel
All of his sins of childhood he will remember
He will not cry, tears he will not cry
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
His small boy wonders, what was it all about?
Is your journey over has it just begun?
"Do what thou wilt!", he screams from his cursed soul
A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness
Wondering why, wondering why
With thoughts that dare not speak their name
Trapped inside a body, made to feel only guilt and shame
His anger all his life "I hate myself!", he cried
"Do what thou wilt!"
"Do what thou wilt!", he cried