Relics of darkness
Flood my mind
But under my feet
His light still shines
What have I to give
What have I to learn
What shall I believe
How long must this burn
Heaven’s in a scroll, or so we’re told
His word is the skin that never grows old
Rough thickets of thorns, I walk through daily
But so did she, the one called Mary
I’m waiting for the day
When red hot fire surrounds me
And I float up in a cloud, with daylight all around me