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Washed
Worship
and get worse,
You must rehearse your verses
clutch your pearls
and then your purses
Worship
and get worse,
The flock sinks in their seats
feels the fear
from the pulpit's plea
Discern
before the burn,
wishing on some deadend star
it helps more
to know who you are
Concerned
what we might learn,
we suffer in the soil of time
make some jokes
just to feel alright
Worship
and get worse,
Eat the body
and then the blood
without ever knowing
who he was
The truth that lay ensconced
The truth that lay ensconced in the last two lines: That's where it all comes to a head, followed by a soaring or a crashing, it would seem - "without ever knowing who he was." How can we genuinely worship what we do not know at in the least attempt to know. That was a loophole of religion that the apostle Paul harnessed at Mars Hill, that altar that they had to the honour of the Unknown God. There must be something about the knowing. Then they shall know, He is even quoted to have said, quite prophetically, they shall know that I am God. Thanks for sharing.
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