Who moistens parched lips with bacteria?
A vinegared sponge from their foreign parts?
'It is finished,' you said; now, I hear ya
O, how I wanna be near ya..
Pitched stone cold on the deadliest reef
You were teachin' me not how to swim
Peter lashed out at my cruel unbelief
You echo, Peter rocks! Be like him!
Laid we low 'round crypts of Khartoum
Wrapped cold mummies of Egypt
Came we forth out of Thutmoses gloom
Who would believe with no teeth chipped?
Yah, we came back from the dead one day
Crucified, buried, and risen
We die daily in the USA
Fishing free men from their prison
Hell Paul escaping in a wicker basket
Preaching I must be his creature
Miriam and Mary humming - none can mask it
Standing up closer to the teacher
Preaching I must be his creature
Preaching I must be his creature..
©2013 Gary Ottoson
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