In steadfast faith I love my God
Though prayers sometimes hang in midair
As I remain imprisoned here
And feel as though He does not care.
So many others rise to fame
While wealth and power still do reign
Yes, eating with the poor is nice
We’re occupied, there is no gain.
I baptized You and called You Lamb
Did I not read the signals right
Oh, Jesus, tell me, did I fail
Where is Your army, strength and might?
Or is there something I don’t see
Authority and mastery
Is grace and mercy what I’ve missed
Is love the greatest mystery?
My Lord, please tell Your cousin truth
I knew You ‘fore we both were born
Please let me know You once again
To You my faith will be foresworn.
John, meanwhile, was still in prison. But stories about the Anointed One’s teachings and healing reached him.
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