As I sit I try to sift,
Out the cause of this rift,
That is tearing apart,
The chambers of my heart,
And severs me from my God.
Why do I continue to corner,
In a commitment with no rejoinder,
The one who broke the yoke under which I plod,
Why do I continue to mix the holy,
With the profane in me?
Like those who made Saturnalia,
Into a sign of "Christian" regalia,
So I continue to crucify,
My brother who chose to die,
That he could forgive,
And I might live,
Brother help me to estrange,
Myself from all I must change,
Make me like you,
In all, O Lord, I do.
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