Friday, January 21, 2005
Direct to L Double L
I thought you were inspired, then disturbed
Perhaps both are true. After all you knew
The power of myth and used it
Like a hammer and a bell,
For vengeance and for love.
But however gifted, however driven
The teller doesn't own the tale
Two centuries later
Your words, out of Lapland
Out of proud men,
Are swung like axes
Young hearts -- like mine was --
To fell.
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Hi,
ReplyDeleteFigured since you were sharing creative writing maybe you'd enjoy my spoof on "Just as I am- the OALC version":
Just as I am, without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me
And I belong to the Christianity
O Lamb of God I come, I come
Just as I am and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot
Asking forgiveness as I ought,
O Lamb of God I come, I come
Just as I am, though tossed about
By many a conflict, many a doubt
Although my brain, it has checked out
O Lamb of God I come, I come
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind
Sight, riches, healing of the mind
These things I’d just as soon not find
O Lamb of God I come, I come
Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
For in the preachers I believe,
O Lamb of God I come, I come
Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down
We’ve placed the elders on Your throne
O Lamb of God I come, I come
With apologies to Rochester,
ReplyDeleteDear Laestadius! Theology's a Snare
Bedlam has many Mansions, have a care
Your Muse diverts you, makes the Reader sad
You think yourself inspir'd; She thinks you mad.