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To Count Yourself Unworthy Lay your head on a pillow Of feathery consoling deceptions How cozy to settle under blankets Where no-one sees you Neither must you see yourself Cover your eyes beneath dark eyelids Crafty scales under which to hide What agony! To be exposed in nakedness That you've purposed To hide, within your heart Such a shallow facade, layers peeling away As antique paper, brittle with age Slowly unconvering the decay beneath As you desperately clasp on to the pieces They crumble through your mortal fingers...now dust Swept together carefully To fill each shameful crevice Step cautiously on tiptoe That the dust fall not aside Last chance to hide As dread lingers over A swift wind sweeps Each speck of cover away The breath of death has snuffed aside Now a stripped heart, ravished...invaded Now there's no escaping this revelation With eyes aflame that cut right through you Down dividing the bone and the marrow Infested heart, decayed and rotten Gnawed away from deep within Doused in perfume to overwhelm the stench As you decomposed Now beyond a cure All those years you've wasted To sufficate the truth But now the truth you see only And it taunts you relentlessly All is revealed Nothing hidden This Truth exists on His own By Whom you were created Remained a rock through the ages As He held us liars in His heart But you wouldn't see Beyond yourself You've ran swiftly to cling to the side Of that rampant, wayward train of death Eyes fixed on that one-way track to eternity As you're swept off by sugarplum lies You are embraced and drawn Cradled In the arms of your fate Fields of liberty, flowers of lust Melt together as you pass them by Rolling clouds of anger, raining revenge Electric sensations rip through the sky But then you see Him And all time stands still Just a flicker of a candle, you're instantly caught To face Him and search His tender eyes Where you are repelled by what you see --the real you, and you quiver One step, two, three...but how hard to turn your back With those fiery eyes cutting into your heart Yet so much harder to submit yourself for just what you are One gulp, and you swallow down conviction Avoiding His gaze, you grow brave Such courage to laugh and mock Him What a fool! to linger by the wayside This weak and crucified man Has He not heard? Does He not know? But yet... Why did you turn back again... When no-one was looking? Perhaps you knew, After all But you counted yourself unworthy You straighten yourself in your seat And tidy your composure For you are too intelligent, after all To believe in such things Ah...the sweet savour of relativism Where truth is what you make it And here, you outrun your conscience Four steps, five,six...and There you remain... The number of man |