sunday bests?

yeah, i’ll put those on

but they don’t quench my thirst

i can hide my bones

under fancy rags

but it doesn’t break the curse

oh, i’ll sing praise

this Easter morn’

but it won’t be to clothes

but to Jesus

who died for my sunday worsts

and then from death arose

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