John the Baptist

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John the Baptist

Now I can see I never stood a chance.
From the moment I looked into his eyes
and they carried me like an avalanche,
I knew that it was him I’d idolize.
The water that I drenched him in ran off
him clear; he was already free of sin.
I saw that I could never do enough.
He would not follow me, I’d follow him.

My audience dispersed once they had heard
his charismatic speech; legerdemain
miracles that stilled their base discontent,
the frugal wonder in his every word.
And I do anything for him I can.
It is his word, not mine, I represent.