I was waiting for my Lord
I was meditating on his word
I was sharpening my sword
But my waiting was a fraud.
When he came, I sent him away
He was a beggar in my way
He was tarnishing my white array
And wasting my time to pray
When he came, I whistled past
Didn’t take time to quench his thirst
He was messing up my weekly fast
I was busy for my soul came first
The prison, I’d never visit
Those criminals must be punished
How could they not resist
Yet my Lord did and perished
Then my Lord came, but received not me
Saying as a beggar, you sent away me
I was thirsty, but you quenched not me
Imprisoned but you visited not me
So how am I to set thee free?
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