Old as Ash
- How could the blue of Mary's veil,
The red of Jesu's lowly birth,
Combine in love but seem to fail,
Fused in sad purple on the earth? - It was the greedy red in me,
The blue of shattered love and porn
Which led to purple Calvary,
Of wood and nail, of reed and thorn. - He comes again, Ah yes, he comes,
In earthly trash and heavenly gold,
Just as our sin is old as ash,
So is His birth through Adam told.