I'll never find
I'll never know
Why frailest man
Is driven snow
Why deep tradition
And contrition
Never find a place to go
Never mind the death of man
Never mind it so
For the wind blows
Ever hard
And it soon
Begins to snow
Always what you
Love the most
First to cast aside
Pleasure pain and condradiction
Ever to abide
To Him who died
Why die for me
This slowly rotting flesh
Outside a soul
Embrace the fey
Embrace the whole
Embrace your heart
Embrace you soul
Passion leaves
But God doth stay
And in His presence
Carve away
It will grow better
If you shave
It will grow better
If you trim
The parts that do not
Honor Him
Find your God
Find your place
In this finding
You will choose
His passion
Or your will
Disgrace--your God
And He will spill
Upon you with love


Why me?

04/17/2002

Posted on 04/17/2002
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