Oh Luke, what am I to do with you?
The messenger of such unwelcome news.
Why couldn't you just wait,until I had a little fun.
But no, much is required when much is given.
You say sell everything and don't look back
Don't worry about your clothes but stay dressed to act
I am not a raven nor a lily nor the grass
Yet still you trust I won't be an ass
But I'm so tired of staying awake at night
Why must you be so delayed in coming?
And I'm so tired of being entrusted with life
Sometimes I just want the beating
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
Do not worry nor be anxious, life is more than food and clothes.
Oh little faith, why must you plague me
How can such little parables cause such strife
No angel will listen, how could I ever be forgiven
I think there's more hairs than you realize.
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