Eyes Closed, a blackness in my mind
A solace, lonely and at home
within my soul. The darkest you will find.
My thoughts begin to wander, and to roam
Alone, my fingers grasp at air
Searching for a long forgotten feeling
Grasping at a God that doesn't care
Nursing wounds, my trophy's never healing
Pride, My downfall, somehow my ascent
Rebellion fueled by hatred and betrayal
Rejecting God with anger and resent
How was I to know that I would fail?
Here I lay, broken, bloody, proud
You strike me down, yet you can't touch my soul
Words, whispered once, are now proclaimed aloud
I am beautiful, profane and I am whole
A serpent scorned won't hesitate to bite
My venom, words, whispered in each ear
Who are you to judge if I am right
I sow seeds of knowledge, not of fear
Consider this my lost and lonely lamb
Grasping at your God relentlessly
He gives his name, simply as "I am"
You "Are" as well, now grasp it you are free
To come
With
me