The Drunkard's Prayer

 

Let him find me when I am drinking –

That God with the bloody mind;

Let him beckon me up to heaven,

Where souls are winged and kind;

Let him speak to me of mercy,

That God who craves my death;

Let him sing his own sweet praises

With his own sweet wasted breath;

I’ll hear him out politely

(The drink will help me to);

Then I’ll tell him where I’m going

And where he can go, too.