Matthias

The alcoholic only turns to Jesus because He has wine in His veins And I know a man that turned his back on rehabilitation So to focus on reconciliation And he did it well But he winced when drinking His blood The pain of redemption, perhaps A hundred eyes on him with his vice on his tongue It could have been his own blood in the chalice for all he gave He will not let you be tried beyond what you are able to bear They looked down on him up on that altar And prayed for him to be forgiven The spirits he confides in are not holy And they stain his Jesus-white robes He chose the hardest penance On direct path to righteousness Not even a hundred hail Marys could fix this Vinegar on a sponge looks tempting Cleanse me from all my sin You better make sure His diary is clear They do not understand That for him it carries no salvation An inconvenience of eternal life Is to suffer for the beginning

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