
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!






