You toil and tarry and wonder why
You scurry, query and battle cry
You bump and bruise and poke the eye
You build your castles on your ideologies in the sky
You storm and stew and hue and cry
You fight and forage and flutter by
You fiercely frighten and forcefully fly
You build your castles on your ideologies in the sky
You fall and fly and rise again
You scurry, query, bump bruise and then
fight and forage and flutter off and cry
still building your castles on your ideologies in the sky
And though these steps try to reach the heavens
they only so far as their highest step gain tred
and the ladder from heaven sent down instead to greet you
missed reaching you by the blindness of one arrogant step, bled
He for you to see, it isn't at all about your piety.
You can't earn your way to paradise
or build your castles high enough in the sky
If you miss the ladder sent to reach you neatly
because you mistook love for your sweat equity
You mistook the Holy Face for something made in your likeness
and the Holy Name for something more profanely lightness.
It isn't about your piety at all
or the preservation of your notoriety
It isn't about your claim to glory
or the money magnet of your popularity
If it's not about Love, it's not about anything
and nothing is worse than nothing parading as everything.
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