a
miraculous
blindness
willingly
self afflicted
turn
jaundiced
eyes
from the
corruption
of
sacred
vows
a
miraculous
transfiguration
renewed
evangelical
ardor
a
refreshed
public face
beheld and
adored
ripping
iron curtains
into tiny
pieces
obscuring
stains
on altars
of shame
they once
brought a boy
vexed with
lunacy
to the
Good Healer
“oh faithless
perverse
generation
how long
must I
suffer you?”
Jesus
cured
the boy.
Disciples
asked,
why they
failed
to cast the
demon
out?
veneration
of worldly
trappings
defiles my
body
find in
yourself
a faith
the size
of a
mustard
seed
and the
demons
will flee
from the
body long
wracked
with illness
Matthew 17 14-21
Gnarls Barkley
Whose Gonna Save My Soul Now
Oakland
4/25/14
jbm
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
a
miraculous
blindness
willingly
self afflicted
turn
jaundiced
eyes
from the
corruption
of
sacred
vows
a
miraculous
transfiguration
renewed
evangelical
ardor
a
refreshed
public face
beheld and
adored
ripping
iron curtains
into tiny
pieces
obscuring
stains
on altars
of shame
they once
brought a boy
vexed with
lunacy
to the
Good Healer
“oh faithless
perverse
generation
how long
must I
suffer you?”
Jesus
cured
the boy.
Disciples
asked,
why they
failed
to cast the
demon
out?
veneration
of worldly
trappings
defiles my
body
find in
yourself
a faith
the size
of a
mustard
seed
and the
demons
will flee
from the
body long
wracked
with illness
Matthew 17 14-21
Gnarls Barkley
Whose Gonna Save My Soul Now
Oakland
4/25/14
jbm
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