I wake up a clean, clean slate
and wish I could stay that way
I ran for the hills before
and knocked on the LORD’S own door
but then disobeyed – no, I
walked by some graves
The land shall be desolate
They bring out the bones of kings
and bones of the princes clink
the bones of the priests that stink
the bones of the prophets and
the bones of inhabitants
out of their graves
And they shall spread them
In front of the sun and moon
and host of the heavens, too
yes, all they have loved and who
they all have been worshipping
and sought and were walking with
they shall be laid
Finally, brethren
Whatsoever things are true
whatsoever things are honest
whatsoever things are just
whatsoever things are pure
whatsoever things are lovely
whatsoever things are of good report
if there be any virtue
and if there be any praise
think on these things
Why be on the phone?
I can read your bio
Those things
which you have both learned
and received
and heard
and seen in me
do
and the God of peace shall be with you