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But enough of the accusations, Lord.
I accuse to comfort my soul,
Forgive me, for accusing means getting returned tenfold.
If it be good for me to repent in death, may it be,
I only ask that it be a death holy.
Yea, this I say, the prostitute may treat me better
Than the duplicitous wife who knows not evil from good.
But God, I can’t sacrifice my eternal life.
What’s more between the prostitute and adulterous wife,
Both are wide gates to the pit.
I offer no help to either when unto lust I give.
Jesus, I am tired. All my works are vain.
They say, no works can save.
But I have nothing left save for works.
I can only give myself, and that’s all I can give,
But when myself is not enough, then it shall be works.
Lo, may my soul celebrate to see evil hanged.
When ye worship, they shall say,
You are trying to be saved through works.
When ye worship not, they shall say,
You have not enough faith.
They speak without understanding.
They believe not in the communion of Saints.