Spin me a web of lies and fear and cruelty
Stick me fast inside
And I will turn it to gold from the center
On out.
It is my gift.
I will have faith in you
That puts churches to ruin.
I will love you
In a way that shames mothers.
I will light you up
So bright it pales the sun.
You have seen waves of my consuming passion dash themselves upon the sharp rocks of my soul
But you have not seen me alight.
It is my gift.
I make things lovely.
I make them matter.
I make them
Breathtaking.
With my eyes
I make the world your temple.
I will have the kind of faith in you
That puts churches to ruin.