Passion for the putrid,
Penchant for the profane;
Thirsting, lusting after that
Which falsely claims it is gain.
Vile, but unreviled,
Received with open arms;
We fill our cup
And drink it up,
Consuming worldly charms.

Passion for the putrid,
Penchant for the profane;
Loving undeserving ones,
Whose lives He ought disdain.
Vile, but unreviled,
Received with open arms;
He fills our cup
And lifts us up,
Replacing worldy harm…
He claims us as His own!

A.D.W.

July 2008