The Son of man, he came

He walked with us in caves

He stayed our heavy hearts

He washed and set apart

Creating with word what is

Showing in truth we’re his

He stayed our heavy hearts

He cleaned and set apart

He calmed our anxious minds

He cleansed by blood divine

By word he made what is

With us, his adopted kids

A glimpse of garments of grace

The sight of loves embrace

Would silence the most broken mind

Would quench the pain of a heart confined

Abandon the demands of a jaded heart

Look to the hand that has made in you art

Look to the friend who has brought you from pain

Like the land breaths in spring

He quickens your soul

He changes your name

Jeliousy and greed seep through every word they speak

Pain and blood soaked sleeves are what is left of the fame we seek

Every lie gets easier, as they drive the knife deep

They say what we want

We sow

They reap

One eye on his light

One eye on my own might

Let the glory be

With the wind in the trees, And the scent of spring

Let his glory be

Ever known to me

It all began with soil and breath

Now in sand its toil and death

So take with you nothing

And leave them your food

Look to the ocean

The Gospel of truth

Revelation new to me

Puts me in a room to sing

Brings me to the city to see

Lifts me to the heavens to believe

Drops me in the ocean to sink

Leads me to the floor to receive

We keep our restraints

The patrons of pains

We hide our incisions with smoke and revision

We write our own script, But find the dignity stripped

Raw and confused we welcome abuse

Down to the bone

We sit here alone

Alone in our cave we get what we crave

No wonder, No light

We say “we’re alright”

The beauty of the word hidden in our hearts

Before separation

The tearing apart

A view of perfection

A tree in the start

Grown in a garden

Saved by an ark

The word hidden in our hearts

Riverless grace in the face of glory and empty space

Cactus spikes create worry we all in one embrace

Worry of people intrenches with faithless steeples

God help us not steamroll the widow and pre-born God-molds

Image bearers we’re told but like chopped liver we’re sold

Bring back the living God of the young but not so beautiful

The God of the ones not smiled on

The ones who’s daddies run

The one who’s momma’s son

A baby boy

God Joy

Bring back the loved one

The child who knows

The child who runs bold and is not stuck cold

Hidden in the shadows and found in the shallows

Baptized in a Kingdom so hallow

Jesus says “come Follow,

Come Follow”

Jesus says “come Follow”

What I believe is what I find true in me

Chosen for a life hidden away in a mind fighting for sight

Eyes mostly blind by thoughts of the enemy inside

Charged and accused by what I think I do

Changed from the abuse of my views

Constant revamp of who I think I am.