James Walton #52 Book of the Dead: (Reprise) Prayer of the Embedded Tired Priest

It was only a furrow on brow to you

that took all Pharaoh’s chariots

bathed in deliverance the Tablets,

savoured Laws to bring down false idols

help us then weary beyond trackless deserts

Prove it, Prove it:

If only a voice could beguile

In sounds sewing eyelids down

Lay to rest then tousled hair

Spit to shine in place

A cover for the rose thorn tear

The part a disguise of symmetry

Unknown so neat in life

This child ran the wheat to flour

Scabbed knees beyond the ken of strife

Aided the innocent in their dire hour

Take what you may then Lord

From the children ascending

Laughter from this empty place toward

The comfort here pretending

Closed Lid Chorus:

There is only one God

and the prophet is misfortune

there is only one God

awaits you for this purchase

and the prophet of misfortune

there is only one God

where a tally is kept and known

of all days to be and gone

there can only be one God

and the prophet is misfortune

lay down then sweet child

in our songs of chapel praise

all skies and lands and seas

beckon open hands to thee

there is only one God

and here is your misfortune

Instructions in Ordinance: repeat first two stanzas:

and the chorus refrain as appropriate.