Perpetual Bris

You were born from sin
And if that ain't a curse
Then I don't know what is

Like Abraham and altar
The son you can't keep
Would the shepherd shed the blood
Of his most precious sheep

Did Job ever ponder
The price of his piety
Was Methuselah tired?
Did Lazarus want sleep

Praise be Thomas
For fingering the wound
'Cause if he had his doubts
Then perhaps you should too

Does the bride beg for barren womb
Did God give the gift of a gamble to you