| Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti Christ controlled the litle things Torturing from within He held our hand and closed our eyes Let us believe in him But when the little things Grew too big, his flock lost all control It saw the things no sheep should see And doubt began to grow. And now the valley darkens The wine is vinegar. How can he control the weeds that We should never have to sow. I loved him with my whole heart I believed in him with my head And now I question the real reasons His father wanted him dead. Amen |
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