Illustrated Bible Stories for Children The Weakerthans

Morning bright, rise, go over your lines
Iron your carefully crafted disguise
We'd all like to sing, it's easy to sigh
To sprinkle a handful of plausible lies

Our buildings will rise, poke out our own eyes
Publicly smile and privately frown
A weeping reprise, please hear my cries
I'd like to pull just this one building down

So turn off the sky, head in my hands
Night keep me warm, white windowsill
Blinded by heart, cut my hair short
"Eyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill"