In Anguished Adoration

LORD, LORD, LORD, LORD, LORD, LORD, LORD, LORD, LORD, LORD!

Why inflame in me a cheating heart?!

Why so much passion, desire, and pain like a sword

Stabbing cleanly through,

Resting at the hilt?

And I want to hurt you.

I wanna stand,

Glowering, towering, Lording

Over you

As I feel you've done to me.

Yet I see you, silent as the bread I eat, 

Consumed in subtle submission,

Cured from inordinate passions,

Displayed out for me to see.

Why so glorious?

Why so tender?

Why am I so far from what I thrust asunder?

My hands wanna mutilate, 

Either head or below,

Dear LORD, you're with me

Why, each place I go.

So stay my hand with yours

And take this heart of stone,

Replace it with your mother's,

And rest in there alone.

I'll stay to tend the fire,

Leave some cheese for you,

Just forget your righteous ire,

Through conversing with her too.

Please Mom of Seven Sorrows, 

Hear this deadly song

Of one entrapped tomorrow,

Of one entrapped right now.

Be the heart inside me,

Stay there with your son,

May you rest in peace,

There basking in the Sun.

Then at the ripest moment, 

When truth meets very Truth,

Remember me your servant,

And may His Heart be soothed.