The Witness
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Near the home of their heart they try
Below the tear of God’s eye they cry
Guilt is the quilt they must sow
Their insane with the name of the throne
They are the timid duo’s that speak
Bookends against chest as they peek
Into the hollows of our time
Preaching of love so divine
Starched heavy sun light white shirts
Pen in pockets with name of their church
Saving our souls in the name of the son
Releasing sentiments of glory for fun
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We want to lock the door and hide
Knowing they won’t leave or say good bye
Until they’ve swept our wicked soul clean
As we try our best not to be mean
Knowing once they start they can’t stop
Are they themselves without sin or not
Are they the heart of God or the clot?
I’m not a cancer just a spot
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So we tell them were very busy
Yet they talk until we get dizzy
Doors can only close in politeness
Yet they continue to show us their brightness
Finally in my best Jewish phrase
I tell them it only the Jew who can save
I’m sorry but have a nice day
For the love of God
Please go away.
