At the Risk
Publish all the goodness done
My boiled skin is sewn with words
Be thou clean
I have missed my familiar state of love
And therefore I adore this healing
Publish all the goodness done
My bones covered with quilted sinew
My teeth returned only to learn
Be thou clean must be learned
Publish all the goodness done
My family has missed me.
And at the risk of separation twice
I say all He did for me
Publish all the goodness done
He’s a good,
Good Man
Be thou clean is the hope I glean
Throughout my life time
That’s the call of this Holy Man
To be thou clean
In ever day
This is what He has done
I got my healing
I got my hugs
But many more will I receive
If I publish all the goodness done
He was not afraid to touch me
Not afraid to speak
Though his followers fought to “free” Him
He was enslaved to say
Be thou clean
