Brother

Brother, do you blame because I am no longer small And do no jump when you crack the whip Or because you dare not rise to make a call To me because of your moral slip? Brother, do you blame me because I pretend Not to know the doublecross of tongue Or because I can cleverly comprehend The venom curdled on your lung? I come here, but to make, a little sacrifice To place upon the alter here My soul before my God by faith's advice And weep to none where I see despair. So offer what you wiil, I pray you error go away Before the fire comes for terminus I pray the fire that consumed my lamb today Will the find the mark that make us better dust.