O Glorious Lord
let thy holy resistance be adored
How led by spirit into the desert sands
that in your plans
stands revealed the primary battle
against the one true enemy
whose defeat always lies preordained
Though in Adam’s stain,
Satan’s illusion casts a shadow
over paradise’s meadow
But fault has proved a clever device
for salvation
and you have transformed guilt
into forgiveness built of penance
that the first death is no menace
to anything but the ego
We go where you show
by example
like taking a sample
of perfection in your holy meal
The fire lies concealed in bread
like your victory lies unseen
in deserts pregnant with meaning
And in leaning on your staff
I climb like a raft
led by the ocean crest
to lick the sky
And though I remain dry
my body is enveloped
like Exodus sands
where God’s plan developed
and the leaven fell like dust,
so I, transformed by a glorious trust,
follow.
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