Here we shiver
In oblivion’s corner
Waiting for mock love to waiver
So we can leave each other

They woke up, panting
To the sound of bleached bones beating
And in the fever of the sun’s light fold
bodies turned moon crescent cold

Day after day, night after night
It’s getting harder to believe
That there is still humanity
I am still young
Worries have not yet hung
I hear good has yet still sung
But it is skeletal echoes
Of love like ancient
from the age of Pharaohs

Satisfaction is not happiness
But we can be happy with being satisfied

For us the cross he took
Though earth cried and shook
Now truly I look
So guilt may no longer chain me
The grace of God is free
Do not fill your heart with what is bought
But forever cling for what he fought
The grace of God we need believe
So that we may live and die free

people say too much stuff
And sometimes they don’t say enough