The Speck and Plank

I admit to all besetting sins And lathargy to my taped on grins Perhaps it is the speck upon my eye Perhaps it is the plank that serves your guide You've gouged your eyes out and plaintively complained the pains of being blind Have left you out of hindsight And you've lost your faith with no iris Oh my its so pious The humble widow offers what she has As they scoff her, as they cross her path As they praise the whore of Babylon From the golden calf you've sat upon They pray with shaken faith that godly grace will save them from their distortion Is the offer more important Or the alter that sanctifies it? Deny me, deny me Three denials and a rooster crow Into waters, losing self control Drowsy prayers, sleeping in the yard Trading love for selfish disregard You tied the rope around your throat and spoke in hopes that you wouldn't choke But you had kissed the Messiah and then you wept when silver had defiled you Divinely untimely, Oh come, crucify me You went and lost your loving minds And came back with your many reasons Has fruit fallen from the vine Or has it changed in seasons?