Page 1, We all trust a man of the cloth. How blind are we that refuse to see

Man of the Tainted Cloth

See me here
See me there
My child I’m with you everywhere
Touching you gently while you’re asleep
With a kiss to make your sweet lips weep
You are so young
You are so pure
Still very soon you’ll be much more
As I take you in your father’s arms
Recounting scriptures of the psalms
For my calling child I did receive
With all my heart I do believe
That to bless each child I do God’s will
I’m a holy man you’ll be pure still
So rest my child and let me in
Let me spread God’s seed so deep within

Rejoice

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