Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Dec 10, 2006 2:43:11 GMT -5
WHAT CAN I GIVE YOU, FLESH?
Oh, flesh, what can I give you?
I gave you my all and I received thy woes,
Giving you my mind, a trash-can you made it.
Everything you needed were all I dreaded,
But your menaces brought me mercies.
Oh flesh, what can I give you?
All my best were your debts,
You asked for my time, but crime you gave me.
In you I put my trust, only then I got crushed,
What can I give you, flesh?
I thought you needed faith, but you said Fame,
And with you in the storm, all I could was drawn.
When I said hope, your answer is cope,
Only without your desires, is the joy of my Messiah.
What can I give you flesh?
When I wanted to share, you said spare,
I counted everyone, but you wanted barely none.
I thought I had enough, yet you called it scratch.
I put a smile on my face, even for that you grimaced,
All my reflections, you made them depressions.
I saw the word righteous, you called it "Right is ours"
Holiness seemed like loneliness to you.
I prayed while trying, yet you cried while sighing,
And when I gave you attention, you gave me tension.
What can I give you flesh?
Even Christ my delight, to you was piety your disgust,
It's you I will whittle down, that my joy may triple now.
No bargain with you, but restrain for you,
I will jilt you, because guilt is what you give,
Excuse me Flesh, I refuse your frets.
Oh flesh, what can I give you?
JUSTINE
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Oh, flesh, what can I give you?
I gave you my all and I received thy woes,
Giving you my mind, a trash-can you made it.
Everything you needed were all I dreaded,
But your menaces brought me mercies.
Oh flesh, what can I give you?
All my best were your debts,
You asked for my time, but crime you gave me.
In you I put my trust, only then I got crushed,
What can I give you, flesh?
I thought you needed faith, but you said Fame,
And with you in the storm, all I could was drawn.
When I said hope, your answer is cope,
Only without your desires, is the joy of my Messiah.
What can I give you flesh?
When I wanted to share, you said spare,
I counted everyone, but you wanted barely none.
I thought I had enough, yet you called it scratch.
I put a smile on my face, even for that you grimaced,
All my reflections, you made them depressions.
I saw the word righteous, you called it "Right is ours"
Holiness seemed like loneliness to you.
I prayed while trying, yet you cried while sighing,
And when I gave you attention, you gave me tension.
What can I give you flesh?
Even Christ my delight, to you was piety your disgust,
It's you I will whittle down, that my joy may triple now.
No bargain with you, but restrain for you,
I will jilt you, because guilt is what you give,
Excuse me Flesh, I refuse your frets.
Oh flesh, what can I give you?
JUSTINE
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED