We all know a good father gives
To His children according to their needs.
However, will the Good Father
Give, to a man who asked for a stone
Bread, and the man who asked for a serpent
Fish, and the man who asked for a scorpion
Eggs? I truly do not know.

For if I ask for a wife, and she is an idol
Like a stone, will He instead give me a living one?
If I ask for Satan as my best friend, will He
Instead give me Solomon to instruct me?
And if I ask for the scorpion's sting of death
And for my life to end, because I suffer
Will He instead give me new life and new breath?

I do not know.

Little boy without a brain
You grew up oh so strange.
Mommy and daddy's special love
Made you a genius, from above.

I have lost my life
So will I gain it?
The sun, it still shines.
Nothing good happens
But neither evil.
LORD, do good to me.
Do evil to Sin.
Satan wants me to 
Be a vile bum
Taking opium
And grieving others
For their money. Why?
He wants me to bed
Women, and believe
I am out of sync
With nature and time.
Let the Didache
Be right... for the curse
Even by it, I
Shall be saved. Help LORD!
I live in lonely
Realms, with little joy.
Death is sweet, but live
I shall, weeping tears
In this life. Come! Come!
Oh Mercy fly 'pon
Wings and sweep me to
Heaven. Let life sing
And meet me, my Lord.
Give me Peace as an
Ornament, and wear
I with Grace; also
Wisdom, let me wear.

The rings upon the tree,
They number eighteen,
A shoot which grew from
The trunk. Exactly
As it ought to be.

The man who saw the pilgrim
Drove by in his broken car,
He gave him twenty dollars
To spend on whisky bottles and whores.
He knew it might be between them
An unspoken heavy verse
That that man in that car right there
Might one day see the worst.
He was a true Christian
And knew it very well
That this world there right between us
Might as well be living hell.
The good world was forgotten
The bad world came and gone
The thirty-first persecution had already just begun.
So that man passing out his dollars
Saw the broken man at the bar.
He did not say a word in judgment
But just drove by in his car.

It was all just that Christian
Right there in that car
Who proved His God did live one day
And died upon a cross.
So the world was angry
So the world was cross
They took that man in his car
And counted him as a great loss.
His parents, they both hated him
His brothers were great men
His life was fallen to pieces
But he counted it as vain.
The thirty-first persecution
Was that only man thus far
For the whole world had forgotten
Christ's words from the very start.

He, like a poet's brother, dreamed to die upon the rack
But they charged that he was cursed to live
And wander the railroad tracks.
Thus the world wandered, it drew to its great fame
The world was ever joyful, and the Christian called insane.
Thus was the punishment
That Pilgrim put on him
For when the Christian gave him money
He said, "Good deeds, they are a sin."
Thus the world went on and on,
And Christ was little known
They forgot that man who fed the pilgrim
Who the world, he proved Christ rose.

Pharaoh Sin, you shall be destroyed.
The Pyramids of your world grow
As you hide the truth from mankind.
It is all real, yet they are pacified.
It is all real, yet they are pacified.
It is all real, yet they are pacified.
Understand the truth, my people...
A false shepherd is risen up
Who does not visit the young;
Does not heal the broken;
Does not feed the flock;
Does not come near the one that stand'th still:
But rather kills them, and tears the claws
And eats their fat and wealth.
He has war in his arm, and an evil eye for greed.
He is an Idol---
And if you believe on him
You shall see no truth
For he shall hide it all from you.
But if you see what is real
And what is truly happening
You shall know the truth.
And the truth shall set you free.

Oh, reading the various crimes
Committed against my brethren
The thing that scares me most
Is not the tortures, but the
One or two I've read who waivered.

She sits and reads and thinks,
"Yes, I like Mildred, she is right.
"I do not like being offended by books.
"I like being distracted by the airpods.
"I like watching my TV and doing my breakdown
"Of the book on the internet.
"The book is too boring.
"I want to have fun."

I am mocked, scorned and hated
By all men, called "Wicked and Lazy".
I make works that should be praised
For Millennia, but am hated and called proud.
As Paul says, "As unknown, and yet well known; 
"As dying, and, behold, we live; 
"As chastened, and not killed;""
I live lonely... and Pharaoh Sin
Rules the world, saying, "I have made the river."
When his arm is broken, and he is
Taken to the grave, the stars shall dim
And the Sun shall dim, and the moon also.
And there, shall the LORD cause my enemies
To see I have obtained mercy, and truth, and peace, and righteousness.

Mercy, Mercy, come to me
Though I fail a thousand times.
I am Truth... no man intercedes
For me, no man pleads my cause
And I have no justice.
They say, "He has an easy life
"And is idle and fat and lazy."
Who, then, shall find the mysteries of God?
If not I, with my constant work?
Was not Mary at the LORD's feet?
Did she not take the better place
Than even Martha, busily doing her business?
Christ said, "I have accepted your sacrifice",
And His arm shall bring salvation to me.