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You can see silhouettes of deceit in my pockets…
I’ve buried them to the bottom where they break through the seams and drop out in disgrace…
I’ve been trying to grasp cold water for justification, but all I really am is two faced…
Locks on her fingers, the strands ripped like story pages.
Breathe…in; out. Harmonize Your fingers around my brittle bones.
I’ve made you a black lace veil of bitter… it burns too much, but I fear I’ve swallowed it, now there’s fire carved in.
Bitter carved fire, chipping my freedom away.
Help…?…!
Stick my small wrists inside Your healed open wounds and dance peace in my eyes.
I NEED grace… I need to accept Your grace at hand swallowed in Your love and vulnerable blood.
God… I starve for Your hands!….
I’ve buried them to the bottom where they break through the seams and drop out in disgrace…
I’ve been trying to grasp cold water for justification, but all I really am is two faced…
Locks on her fingers, the strands ripped like story pages.
Breathe…in; out. Harmonize Your fingers around my brittle bones.
I’ve made you a black lace veil of bitter… it burns too much, but I fear I’ve swallowed it, now there’s fire carved in.
Bitter carved fire, chipping my freedom away.
Help…?…!
Stick my small wrists inside Your healed open wounds and dance peace in my eyes.
I NEED grace… I need to accept Your grace at hand swallowed in Your love and vulnerable blood.
God… I starve for Your hands!….