Palm Psalm

Around 20 seconds have passed
Hands running under water
Rough to the touch
Scrubbing it out
I just wanna know
How much time I have to spend
Before we’re back to some sort of normal?
The last time I took something from a stranger
I thought it was a note
But it was a pamphlet, it was a prophet
Some of us know
Now the streets are wider than ever
There’s no spirituality
No gatherings
I still sing
Purity Purell
Praying my dry palms together
Squeeze the goo, rub it out
Whiffs of sterile alcohol
Oh, Lord, hear my
Hygienic prayers
Grant me the help
Make me cleaner than I am
Jesus, I
I really need a buddy like you
Someone who’ll never let me down
Someone I can talk to
If I just stick to the routine
Will you sanitize this being?
Wanna be well, wanna be clean
Jesus, I am vanishing
There’s no insurance from the wrath of God
But I put my hands together
Scrub it out
And oh, Lord
Jesus, I
I really need a buddy like you
Someone who will never let me down
Someone I can talk to
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