Show Me A Saint
Show me a "Saint," I'll show you a sinner,
Whose moral restraint keeps, "Sinner," inner,
Show me an "Angel," I'll show you the Fallen,
Whose " Inner," made, "Outer," abandon their calling.
Show me a, "King," I'll show you a, "Wretch,"
With pleading hand weakly, meekly outstretched,
Show me a "Martyr," I'll show you a "Fool,"
That was schooled by rules as a sinners tool.
Show me a mirror, ah now there's the truth,
The cracks of the aging, blemish the youth,
The lines are the signs of strife, sure enough,
But the eyes unaccepting of bullshit and bluff.
Show me a man who accepts, intact,
The face that looks back from the looking glass,
See's the sinner, the Saint, all angels that fall,
And with a smile embraces them all.
Show me a man unafraid of reflection,
Show me a man who accepts no deception,
A man who will let no vanities pass,
But see's his true self in the looking glass.