Itching Ears
Itching ears,
Itching ears
Fill them with flea powder
Itching ears
Itching ears
For they only deny His power
They do not wish
To hear the truth
Always and only
Are they in pursuit
Of
The self
Themselves, myself
Always and only me
Tell me not the truth
Or I fear my ears will bleed
Gently soothe me
Caress my foolish soul
Lie to me,
My pride and vanity cajole
For I fear you know
This Christianity a book
Speaks of
Would not fit me
Hand in glove
It causes pain
Might even lead
Me to an early grave
So,
Silence your truth
I want no more proof
Of
Creation’s Almighty
Glorious King!