You greet my deities with disgust
My gods and fears are strange to you
They cannot charm or be discussed
If I’ve found ways to tame my lust
And loathsome habits now eschew
You greet my deities with disgust
My gods have ways you call unjust
Their famous mercies all too few
They cannot charm or be discussed
Before your votive lights a bust
Siddhartha, Christ, or Lao Tzu
They greet my deities with disgust
Their ears are stone, their eyes have dust
Their aging skin a sickening hew
They cannot charm or be discussed
Between us grows a hardened crust
There’s nothing fresh and nothing new
You greet my deities with disgust
They cannot charm or be discussed.
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
No Man's Land
He’s lost to us he’ll not come home
The church your friends we’re here for you
His family prays in the waiting room.
We hear your cries they’re killing us
Death’s placid stare across the line
He’s lost to us he’ll not come home
Our trenches dug, our lines of prayer
We’ll not back off, our God is good
His family prays in the waiting room.
You’ve got the best care in the world
They won’t surrender you to death
He’s lost to us he’ll not come home
It’s all we do to stay this close
We sanitize each thing we touch
His family prays in the waiting room.
There is no life in the DMZ
And ICU survives on hope
He’s lost to us he’ll not come home
His family prays in the waiting room.
The church your friends we’re here for you
His family prays in the waiting room.
We hear your cries they’re killing us
Death’s placid stare across the line
He’s lost to us he’ll not come home
Our trenches dug, our lines of prayer
We’ll not back off, our God is good
His family prays in the waiting room.
You’ve got the best care in the world
They won’t surrender you to death
He’s lost to us he’ll not come home
It’s all we do to stay this close
We sanitize each thing we touch
His family prays in the waiting room.
There is no life in the DMZ
And ICU survives on hope
He’s lost to us he’ll not come home
His family prays in the waiting room.
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