In this church built from lust and inadequacy
where the reason of thought is the currency,
corralled in the stalls until Jericho falls
I find faith in the meaning of sanctuary.
The folds of the flock gently cover me
until I drown in the sea of discovery and
am reborn in the sea they call Galilee.
The Devil does not advocate celibacy
he reads from the book of debauchery
his acolytes form lines to follow me,
I slip under the waves because
I know Jesus saves and
I drown in the sea they call Galilee.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
In this church built from lust and inadequacy
where the reason of thought is the currency,
corralled in the stalls until Jericho falls
I find faith in the meaning of sanctuary.
The folds of the flock gently cover me
until I drown in the sea of discovery and
am reborn in the sea they call Galilee.
The Devil does not advocate celibacy
he reads from the book of debauchery
his acolytes form lines to follow me,
I slip under the waves because
I know Jesus saves and
I drown in the sea they call Galilee.
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