Actions produced by my heart of stone

Cutting the thread of my salvation

Golden light in the sky my shadow lingers

Fall to my bruised knees at your holy throne

Blood caked on the ground of my skin

A blood that isn’t mine to pay for my sins

The spear once in you, pierces my demons,

but why do I keep letting more in?

I claim a title that many others claim

Changed my course to pursue your golden name

How could a tree that reaches for your heavens,

produce rotten fruit to keep me from grace?

_Yet you _wash my feet in your final days

_Yet_ you gift me a purpose that others dream of

_Yet_ you cure my solitude with a loyal dove

_Yet_ you give me strength from the world above

You give me strength when the voices come

You heal my heart while I’m undeserving of love

You call out my name when I run from yours

You wait outside my room when I closed the door

You’ve paid a price that I could never pay

You’ve kept me dry under the pouring rain

I hurt you over and over again. Every day…

_Yet_… you still love me… all the same…