Agnus Dei

Into your hands, o Lord,
(cloven like the curtain's veil)
we commit our spirits.

For worthy is the wounded lamb
bleating there upon the cross--
red letters pouring forth like blood:
forgive them, Father, for they know
not what they do.

Four Sheets to the Wind

Drink deep the Spirit of the Lord--
the living-water-turned-to-wine
that sets the tongue ablaze within your head--
and sure enough you will be speaking Babel.

Come to Me, All You Who Labor and Are Heavy Ladled, and I Will Give Spoon Rest

O Lord, Your cup of wrath ran o'er
like gravy dripping down the ladle--
your au-jus-blood poured out
and flour-body broken.

We'll take, and eat, You, Lord
like gravy in a mashed-potato crater.

No Man Putteth a Piece of New Cloth Unto an Old Garment

There's Gospel in the garden, Lord:
a scapegoat's skin o'er fig leaf thrown.
For You'll hide our naked flesh, O Lord,
in garments white before Your throne.