Michael Kalavik Poet Lyric

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.

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