Stubborn

Against the chaos in the streets and the evil in my eyes
Discipline competes and gives the world surprise
Persistance is the virtue of the civilized I say
Stubbornness the virtue of those made of clay

But powers have no home, no grasp of fortitude
Temperance to them is puritanical or rude
Life is to be used and people to be played
And the only discipline is when the conquered are arrayed

Without a stubborn base, without persistence at its core
Without that bloody place that opened heaven's door
Just a little shake, a rattle, or a slip
Can have all that power be loosened from one's grip

Discipline is being, working with your hands
Stubbornness in seeing God in simple plans
One foot again in motion towards the goal
Persistence keeps the head on straight and whole


God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey