I am but a foolish girl
Alone and lost in a biting world
Its sickly sentiments smile at me
Unearthing wide grins filled with teeth
I swallow sand to drown the flames
That melt away myself within
“Become an upgrade of yourself”
You cannot let the voices win…
Ignore them, bury them, burn them alive
Sacrifice their gods under sacred skies
Dance on the graves of the cool and the calm
Pull apart their stitches, unravel their psalms
Find the hideous beasts within
Then enter God’s home and beckon them in.
Skin will shiver
Under cloying silver gaze.
The moon is sweet
Its cold defeats
The spiking warmth of sunlit haze.
Earth that breaks
Showered earth and dirty space
Grass that stretches toward the air
Fronds that glow from sky’s despair
Whispered secrets through the trees
Leaves that laugh upon the breeze
Raindrops dance from twig to branch
Down the trunk to drown the ants
Scritching vole that scurries slow
Wandering stream with storm in tow
An earth that tilts beyond the day
Returning life to sunlit haze.
Bare my flesh till all that’s left is you Jesus
Cut to my core I want nothing more than you Jesus
Break the bonds I tied myself
Come quickly lord, I crave your help
This void inside of me is deep
The motions drive it deeper still.
I pray “oh lord, my soul to keep”
Your presence makes chasms to fill.
When I seek you, heaven roars
The planets tremble to their cores
The lightning streaking down to earth
Cries glory at your perfect works.
The shadows and stars
Reach out for my hand.
They comfort me in those moments
When you never can.
They see what you don’t
The tears you don’t know.
The whole world does grieve
O’er the first scarlet snow.
The trees carpeted in blood
Ice-frost as red as the sun.
At the day break
When the mind fog dissipates
And the world’s free of hate,
The sun gazes down
Through its liquid gold veins
Past the moon’s silver haze
At the hidden-beneath days.
Just waiting for the sun to return
And light them again
With its cold fire and soft burn
And ever-present slow-sick turn.
They see what you can’t
The tears you don’t sow.
The whole world slowly grieves
O’er the first scarlet snow,
When the world is no longer an innocent place
When the earth’s held by blood
And pure hate.
We thought sin was safe…
We were fools! But too late…
The whole world doth grieve
O’er the first snow that lay
Scarlet in the blood light of the downtrodden day…