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sermon
and from those lips there came a shout!
a fire not to be put out
was started by his thoughts that day
and his words took our cares away.
and thunder, from those lips, did roll;
the telling tones that trumpets toll
were brought to mind by
words like fire.
burning, searing, they
conspired;
congregations filled with
sheep,
and morning mourners paid
to weep
in cases where the dying
lad
was liked by no one but
his dad
who, likewise died some
years ago
of drinking, (sinning),
bringing woe;
yes, all of these had
minds like clay
their thoughts were molded
every day
and with the struggles to convey,
his trembling frame and shaking way
of forcing air out from his lungs
it brought back light, that voice that sung.
but never wav'ring, never
wrong,
his thought provoking,
prose-filled song
like rhetoric that sears
the soul
abolished thoughts of
skeptics whole
until, throughout, the
throng was still,
with baited breath we waited 'til
the rhythm, forceful,
filled the air,
the strident beat
compelled us there
and we were forced to
think of sin.
our past, all full
thereof, and thin
was the disguise before
the law,
or so he would have had us
thought.
and still the rising,
falling tide,
that pleading empath's
diatribe
manipulated all our spirits
and soon all of us could hear it;
not a one remained alive
whose breath was used to try and strive
against the voice which rang out still
it seemed we'd never have our fill.
those words had power,
they had fear
the fire, brimstone
brought us here;
yes, hidden sentiments and
words
were brought forth,
ringing, scatt'ring birds
like potent tears of
potent lies
and of the dimming of the
skies
the diction, strong and
awful, came
and terror filled our
every brain
until the resolution,
peace
were offered through those
perfect teeth
and satisfied, we went
back home
to nonetheless sin and to
roam;
the lesson learned in
rote, not fact,
and nothing taught to us
but tact:
the way in which we led
our lives
was perfect, holy in his
eyes.
but what he feared, he did
not see,
the truth, him, never will
set free.