response to J by F

vile creature, miserable wretch

turn, turn, turn

deserving of wrath and anger,

of the fiery bowels

turn, turn, turn

tell it out

tell it out from your soul

empty your carbonised heart

not with pride or arrogance

but as humble as the worm

slinking through the loam

have you turned yet?

what’s to come? you ask

freedom, worm, freedom

chains are broken

hearts fly free

transformation

without operation

salvation and faith

and a whole gamut of fruit

all free gifts from the one who loves

the one who loves first

loves you