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