Monday, July 6, 2015

Denial

On every day, in every measure
Lord, listen to my heartfelt cries
To deny myself untoward pleasure
To deny the father of lies

Grant me holy and righteous fire
Let me spit in that dark one's eyes
Let me praise you with song and lyre
And deny the father of lies

Make my very blood cry out in fervor
My bones to burn, my soul your prize
My lips and tongue your private server
As I deny the father of lies

And though I am unworthy of such joy
Though to you I may be of insignificant size
I ask that you purge me of every sinful ploy
And purge out of me all lies


God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey 

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