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 Lenten
Fast
Once again that time is hear,
Time for introspective thought.
Time to dwell on sin in fear,
And forgiveness that is sought.
Naughty days and naughty nights,
Things we ought not, yet have done.
Things we’ve said, illegal rites,
Those good works we’ve ne’er begun.
Modern times deny the lash,
And the sackcloth rough side in.
We’ll make do with holy ash,
To remind us of our sin.
Try to find a horsehair shirt,
Or a prickly sisal vest.
Rough weave fabric in a skirt?
You will fail in this your quest.
So, exhorts the Church on high,
You must give up pleasures dear.
Shun all longings with a sigh.
Daily life should be austere.
Chocolate, gin or puddings sweet,
Sugar in our morning tea.
Snacks and tit-bits, every treat.
Turn our backs on luxury.
When we reach our Easter feast,
Honed in prayer, O this we beg!
Then we can with Lent now ceased,
Stuff our face with chocolate eggs!
Tune: 7.7.7.7. Aus der tiefe rufe ich
(Martin Hebst 1654-81)
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