Now you’re a sight for hungry eyes,
But it seems you’ve seen the lite,
Gone and slipped away
I’m so hungry,
And I must feed
You say that in him you stand,
I say that won’t last
You say that he’ll rebuke me for your sake,
I say there’s a firey arrow coming your way
What is this,
You bear your shield of faith,
And a bookish sword from which you quote
What makes you think that I’m afraid?
Yet for reasons that can’t be explained,
I can’t help but choke on your songs of praise.
Now covered in the blood of that lamb
Against this, I can not stand.
This day I’ll flee and lie in wait
for when next we meet,
or you give me place..