The Godless Wedding
Sailing in the desert
Aesthetically enchanting
Spiritually insulting
Something, everything amiss,
Smack Him on the cheek
Spit your ancient paganism in his face;
The desert people masquerading as mountaineers
Swimming in heaps of sand and smiling;
She wore orange
Which suits her destination;
Their falsehoods make me squeamish;
Lord, I do not hate them
But their irreverence gags my throat;
Give me love for these people
I too was once like them,
Apart from your revealing grace
I ponder I’d be one of them,
So save them
Show them your truth
Show them your love
Give them an appetizer
An appetizer of the greatest Wedding Feast.
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