Holy apparitions hang on chains of gold.
devoted whispering chime prayers so old
candle wax drips the weight of sins sold
Doubts are a pointed finger cloaked in my youth
that prevented sight to open up to truth
stuck between miracles seen by my eyes
confused by organized prejudices and lies
forced by the priest demanding replies
the blood of the savior on me that dries
so I listened to my devoted mother's sigh
adhere to promises that never die.
the long road that leads to my salvation
is guided through by a messiah's revelation
that in my older years have become my rock
breaking away chains,he's a key to the lock
hidden in my past he was always there
above the sacred heart he gently stares
wounded hands touch my scars that hide
taking out thorns in my hearts side
caressing my prayers with his father's light
taking up the battle in a heavenly fight
hushing fears,all nightmares cease
he is forgiveness made flesh, my prince of peace.