Easter - Raspberry Jam (Opening poem by George Herbert, 1633)
Rise, heart, thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise
Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With Him may'st rise:
That, as His death calcined thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.
Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
With all thy art,
The Cross taught all wood to resound His name
Who bore the same.
His stretched sinews taught all strings what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.
Consort, both heart and lute, and twist a song
Pleasant and long;
Or, since all music is but three parts vied
And multiplied
Oh let thy blessed Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with His sweet art.
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A frustrated brow
From the lies you create
To deceive yourself
To deceive your soul
And somehow you rewrote His words
To make yourself whole
To make yourself whole
She whispers "Support" and I scream "Judgment!"
You see Easter is for me and my plank-eyed soul
Frustrated is your mind
Scattered are your nerves
It seems easier for Him to die
Than for me to forgive your lies
Than for me to forgive your lies
She whispers "Support" and I scream "Judgment!"
You see Easter is for me and my plank-eyed soul
