Saturday, September 12, 2009

FISTS






















Pounding my fists into the ground
I am aware of the dreams calling
But I am no longer here
The darkness is a hole into which I crawled
I am imprisoned in fears so clear
Let the rain and lightning fall
Let the thunder rumble and rage
Let the world be deluged
Wash us release us renew us
From the years to be shed
Release us from this earthy cage
What is left but crimson tears
Arms wide spread let our words raise
Up to the angry heavens
We are broken and need hope
For there is none in our arms
Please send for us to embrace
Hope, please send
Pour down the rains
Clean me so that I am pure
To the taste of holy lips
Make me a beautiful scent
An aroma that pleases
Make me an incense candle
Held by your holy hand
I’ve been ripped apart
Take me and place me upon your altar
Lift up my name,
Place it upon your heart deeply
For I worship you
Look down upon me
With mercy?