Out Of Respect For The Beast

The Beast has found me, I was hiding in its stomach
I ended up there after it swallowed me

I wedged myself inside a slimy crevasse
hiding out quietly, staying there for months

Thought I'd be safe from slipping down the curve around
The sewage takes that route

It reeks of half-digested brain and wild game
My skin is beginning to melt off my legs
Like butter over a hot stack of pancakes

Until it is your "will," Lord, that I be released from my distress
I will accept living death with blind reasoning through the Holy Spirit
Lord Jesus, remind me to be silent so that I may hear the small still
voice while waiting patiently for my Master's choice

I am content . . . I think . . .yet my life . . .well, it's all right . . .
except for the gnawing . . . the delirium is worse . . . it is a curse . . .
Lord, how much more . . . how much more could I be worth?

I can hardly see
I can barely breathe

The Beast is not yet through with me
I feel its slimy gills around my feet

While I hang on, I must ask myself . . .Why?
Why should I bless the twisted mind of a Beast?

The Beast has a mighty hold
I can barely take it anymore

Set me free from this demon within me
Show me which way to go