WHAT THEY HAVE DONE I DO
IT’S RECORDED IN THE BOOK
IT HAS DONE ME WELL TO READ AND HEED
THEIR HISTORY AND LOOK

THE SINS OF OTHERS’ BLESSED BY GOD
WHO TRIP AND FALL IN TESTS AND TRIALS
I READ ASTOUNDED BY GOLDEN CALVES
AND SHRINK AT APOSTLES’ DENIALS


AND HOW COULD A MAN AFTER GOD’S OWN HEART
ENGAGE HIS SOUL IN MURDER
THROUGH LUST AND FEAR, PRODUCE A PLAN
THE PROPET’S CHARGE
“THOU ART THE MAN!”
OH, SOUL YOU MARVEL AT OTHERS’ FAULTS
THEN HOW WILL GOD’S INTIMATES BE RECKONED
BY A LOVING, BLESSING GOD
WHEN LUST OR GREED OR PRIDE HAVE BECKONED
TO WITHDRAW YOUR HAND FROM THE STAFF
OR PLOW
TO ALLOW THE HARVEST FIELDS LIE FALLOW
AND GLANCING BACK AT SODOM’S GLARE
A PILLAR OF SALT ENSNARED RIGHT THERE
I CRY OUT AS IN DAVID’S PSALMS
MY HISTROY IS WRITTEN IN THE PALMS
OF CHRIST’S TWO HANDS AND IN THE BOOK
ON NAILS AND SPEAR AND BLOODIED WOOD
FOR IN MYSELF THERE IS NO GOOD
FOR WHAT THEY HAVE DONE I DO
OH, FOR FORGIVENESS AND THE CLEANSING WORD
OH, LORD I RUN TO YOU
FOR WHAT THEY HAVE DONE, I DO

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