A Paean to Purity

Описание: LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #106: “A Paean to Purity”. Just me and my acoustic 6-string guitar. A song in praise of purity and its consequences. There is no point in whingeing about corruption "out there" until we have started dealing with the corruption within. For it is the corruption within which generates the corruption "out there". That process of dealing with the corruption within is what is being explained in this song (provided one has first made one's peace with God). Here are the lyrics:

Purity creeps up on you like a lion in the night —
like a lover who embraces you and shines on you a light.
It cannot be extinguished for eternally it glows.
A loathing for corruption deep within your heart it sows.

That yearning for untaintedness goes way beyond mere skin
with chastity, virginity, and sanctity within.
Your friends will walk away from you unless they share your path.
This purifies your ‘friendzone’ — what a blessed aftermath!

[Refrain]
Preserve me from the dirt —
bathe me in Your precious light.
Soothe me right where I hurt;
keep my faithful heart contrite.

What purity demands of you will take you to the wire.
It turns you upside-down and changes all that you admire:
The souls you hang around with; the things you watch and read;
the food you eat; the air you breathe, on anything you feed!

If you should then step off the path, you’ll soon turn right around,
then stay within the soft embrace of what your soul has found.
Or should I rather say instead: It’s what has found your soul,
and drenched you in that purity which filled your aching hole.

[Refrain]
Preserve me from the dirt —
bathe me in Your precious light.
Soothe me right where I hurt;
keep my faithful heart contrite.

Before my tryst with purity, a stormy wind had raged
and any cleansing waterfalls by chaos were upstaged.
Then one strange day I sat me down; my head was in my hands.
I cried out to the Lord of all and bowed to his demands.

Although now ruled by purity, that doesn’t mean I’m pure.
For I mess up from time to time, as I’m not yet mature.
But every day I see more light shine through the prison bars;
eventually I’ll be released and soar beyond the stars.

[Refrain]
Preserve me from the dirt —
bathe me in Your precious light.
Soothe me right where I hurt;
keep my faithful heart contrite.
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© Copyright, Alan Morrison, 2026
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