04-10-2013, 12:09 AM
I love you, sainted lady;
take me down to Galilee.
Past the mount where once spoke Jesus,
on to where he walked the sea.
You were lithe and pure as sunrise,
light against a soot filled sky.
But rough frauds took down your candle,
read a rant, then huffed you dry.
Who can comprehend the reasons
why you went with them, that day.
Had you missed the classic folly
of a church demanding pay?
Now you dole out high school sermons
on the sin of headless bliss.
You've been saved through intervention;
I’m still waiting for that kiss
on my cheek, for I have loved you
through the lows and frantic peaks.
So walk me past old bayside steeples
by the shores of Galilee.
take me down to Galilee.
Past the mount where once spoke Jesus,
on to where he walked the sea.
You were lithe and pure as sunrise,
light against a soot filled sky.
But rough frauds took down your candle,
read a rant, then huffed you dry.
Who can comprehend the reasons
why you went with them, that day.
Had you missed the classic folly
of a church demanding pay?
Now you dole out high school sermons
on the sin of headless bliss.
You've been saved through intervention;
I’m still waiting for that kiss
on my cheek, for I have loved you
through the lows and frantic peaks.
So walk me past old bayside steeples
by the shores of Galilee.