'The man who says, "My critically discerning intellect can no longer credit the doctrine of the Trinity" typically means "I'm sleeping with my neighbor's wife."' -G.K. Chesterton
Glory be to you,
My Lord, my God,
My Saviour and my Love!
My Lord, my God,
I'd prefer to cut this corner, You understand,
My Saviour who is my Love!
My Lord, my God,
I cut the corner, lit the match,
And I know You understand,
My Saviour, my love!
My Lord, eternal God,
I lit the match, and I know you understand
(And just one just one more just one more corner),
My Saviour, my love.
My Lord, God, Saviour -
I'll still capitalise Your metaphors.
I eat the matches and know you understand
And I know you understand
And I know you understand,
My lovely Saviour.
My lovely Saviour,
I'll still capitalise your terms of use,
And I know you approve
My love.
[. . .Amen?]
-Rick
