There was a dead fly in my
Bathroom this morning
I wondered whether he died a true fly's death?
Was the manner in which he left this world the manner in which he wanted to?
Did he go quietly and softly, with soft remembrance of the world he once knew...
His eyes shining with that last stare glaze
Were his last moments of utter serenity?
Did he see flashbacks of the best days he knew...
When he met the girl of his dreams and the fondness that grew?

Did he die a true man's death?
Or was it fatal and crashed down at him at once?
Did he remember anything or did he just go?

Oh, my dear
I ponder your sweet grave on the basin
Were you proud?
Did you know where you were going?
Oh, my...
Did you die a true, brave fly's death?

Perhaps I've been searching for you all my life...
A piece that has been missing from me
You've felt what I've felt
You've lived apart from me
All this time
We've lived separate lives
Yet my heart has always been yours
You are my soul thief
You stole it before we even met
The day you came into my life
I became yours

Oh my love...
Oh my sweet, sacred heart...
Come here
Find your rest
Find a peace in Me you have never felt before...
For you are Mine
My Sinner, My Blood has conquered all you fear
You are Mine
You are broken
Weak
And the wings you are trying to fly with
Have been bashed and broken by this harsh world that carves their heartache into your pure heart
My Love
Listen to Me
I have the answers you seek
My Blood is the Saviour you need...
For I am The Prince of Peace
And you will find that insatiable desire in My Word
My Blood
Covers you, my soldier
You are My Warrior
And I need you to fight for Me
As I did for you...
As I bore myself bare for you
On that Cross...
I am your Saviour
Fight for Me in your Land.