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Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity.

What shall we do to work the works of God?

“Believe.” Iniquity works by itself.

Would you be pure, be pure belief in God

and in whom He has sent. None of this help

for the other side, the mills and engines

of iniquity. Work in the pure Word.

On bad days I am friction—grit and grime—

in the motor of the Ford of the Lord;

on good days I’m a Fifty-Seven Chevy,

small block two-barrel, two hundred fifty

cubes of honey-smooth exuberance: me,

a classic two-tone, steering-mounted shifter.

Juice me up with ethyl, I become all creed;

avenues of asphodel dissolve in speed.