Devious Methods

My life is nothing
At best, life is a mere breath
My days are devious

We walk as phantoms
We worship transient things
Disciples of deceit

I felt the Savior stretch down and purify me
I feel the Spirit in me

I felt the Savior climb down to circumcise me
I feel the Spirit in me

I feel the Savior
I feel the Savior
I feel the Savior
I feel the Savior