DeathWorks [1]

My vessel is not tossed aside

By the raging winds

And the storms of the sea [2]

Why have a map

When you keep your sails set?

Catching every gust from the storm

Will lead you down straight to the ocean floor

Go and marry the spirit of this age

To wake up widowed in the next [3]

Today has its own illusions

As the days before them had

Embrace the arrogance

Watchman, sound the horn; people, listen!

Maintain the course; maintain the mission

Watchman, stand! Not all waves are meant to be ridden [4]

Oh sweet writer

Forgiver of this letter

A once beautiful script now stamped and measured

You'll see

I'll be again calligraphy

Unbound by the margins of society

We'll be the verse of worship every eye can read

My Captain met my mutiny with mercy He tamed my chains

He gave me sight through the night [5]

Mast was raised

Course was set: living sacrifice [6]

You threaten me with roaring waves

Forgetting who they obey [7}

You bring me to searing flames

That consume only for a day

All these years and he has yet to wrong me

How could I blaspheme my King? [8]

Do not be afraid

To speak truth in this age

We are pillars forged in the finest fires [9]

Burn me or hang me

Your threats ring hollow

I will stand in the truth of Christ [10]

1: My Life Among the Deathworks, Philip Rieff

2: Ephesians 4:14

3: William Ralf Inge

4: Ezekiel 33:1-6

5: Matthew 4:16

6: Romans 12:1-2

7: Mark 4:39

8: The Martyrdom of Polycarp

9: I Timothy 3:15

10: Dulcibel, Henry Peterson