GOD'S FEAR

Neither you nor I,

are that God we glorify.

They pay for candles, one by one,

for a light that fades, then is gone.

Sinners bite the apple's core,

while virgins tremble at the floor.

Other women, bold and free,

lift their skirts so easily.

No fear they hold, not of you or me,

nor of God, who cannot see.