Treasure Island

Jeff Bresee

(10/29/1970 / Salt Lake City)

Prayer Of The Modern Day Pharisee

Sinners, Publicans – Pharisees, Scribes
Unto neither of these could I ever subscribe

For I read of both groups in the scriptures each day,
And both make me feel to exclaim when I pray,

“God, I thank thee, that I’m not as other men are,
Like those sinners and publicans - God keep me far

From their damnable words and their damnable deeds,
And more so than this – Oh God, keep me free

From those gosh awful Pharisees - they above all
Are the worst kind of folks who are destined to fall.

But rather God keep apart from these men
And I promise that things will go on as they’ve been

Fasting two times a week, paying tithes of my gain
Doing all that I do, but I need not explain

For Thou knowest all this, and the time has come when
I must wrap this prayer up, and close with amen”

No, I’ll never be like anyone from those tribes
Not like Sinners and Publicans, Pharisees, Scribes

For I’m nothing like they. No, my time is well spent
Me, a just soul who has no need to repent

Luke 18: 10-14
Luke 15: 7

Submitted: Thursday, January 23, 2014

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