Glory of the Word - John 1:14

I’m in a rank and sullen mood. I’m sick and tired of getting screwed. I mean to revel in the glory of the Word. I’ll sail a raft of good intentions ‘cross an ocean vast as hell So I can revel in the glory of the Word. I mean to revel in the glory as I advertise my story, Every paragraph and sentence will be heard. Tell all wicked unbelievers, and those strays with cat scratch fevers, We shall revel in the glory of the Word. It’s like a dog day afternoon. It’s like a picnic on the moon When we don’t revel in the glory of the Word. It pumps the heart of a thesaurus. It rocks a dictionary’s soul. We’re meant to revel in the glory of the Word. We’re gonna revel in the glory as we climb that promontory Where our vision of redemption isn’t blurred By the demagogues who blind us to the primacy of kindness When we revel in the glory of the Word.