The travails of our skies
Helplessly waiting each day
Blue seas pierced by the sinking sun
A nebula that finally arrived
With the words of a lonely man
From long ago
It was the only way we could know
For nothing written
Can fill our eyes
And what is truth
If not the silent witness
Of God's canvas
Our daily bread
And a thousand bursting suns
Lambs blood upon our door frame
Brooding as it draws near
Waiting not to torment our souls
But instead to be loved