Hymns for our times (1)

You know how you sometimes wake up with a really bad idea and have to execute it just to exorcise it...

Lord of uncertainty,
Lord of all doubt,
Whose voice was so gentle, 
Who never would shout,
Who welcomed the moneychangers
And would not them judge:
Make me in your image
O Lord of the fudge.


Hymns for Our Times (1)

Others may follow (if you are unlucky).