Ph: Faith: The Cure Poem by Brian Johnston

Ph: Faith: The Cure



Absolution may not come from a priest
But confession is good for what ails you.
Just find some good friends and tell them your sins
And God's gift of healing truly begins,
Don't abandon your poor soul in a pit.

Grace is not something you earn by good deeds
(But that is no excuse to be selfish)
God's love for you shouldn't go to your head
For faith without works is most likely dead
And any life without faith is just shit.

Everyone of us longs for forgiveness.
But the joke is we have it already
Even the most bad-ass witchdoctors know
The blackest voodoo is only for show
To exorcise evil you just name it.

The naming of evil strips it of its powr'
Then it's just one more problem to deal with.
Although playing with troubles can be fine,
Oh look here, I could loan you some of mine...
No, let the Devil try, maybe they'll fit!

Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Faith
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Brian Johnston
January 8,2014
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