All that's here tonight to stop thinking about Jesus
Despite feeling unnoticed or kept from
Pronounce your Bible ashen to give your heart
a skip over tembling glass
The storm raging on with the sunny rays warm
Because yesterday was fire and their eyes were scorching
For this frosted light to remain
you must unclench the verse and etch a scripture
bleeding out your tongue's history and see that is your Bible
Go from door to door and with that burnt Bible you won't let go
Sell to preach to see how Jesus hangs bloodied after so many eyes
Scorching him sorely off that cross to make themselves strung up in the shadows of their lives that were raptured and say Jesus of Mars
So red and mysterious to conjure up a book
that we follow like ants on a chemical trail to the food source
and to worship is to be chained and to be chained is to be stripped
To be stripped is to be captured and to be captured is to blindly die
With this book resting over your urn as you wait in lline to the Heaven you were taught so heavily to scratch at your wrists to get the plot of the Bible out.
Say Jesus as you did the first summer in Church