I sit and wait
My eyes drift off
My mind sleeps
In my dreams I see a Dove
Beautiful, majestic and bright
I wake and what I see
Is the world for what it is:
Horror, Pain, and Disbelief
There is no hope
There is no sign
No faith, or love divine
We are stripped of our strength
The staff is shoddy and rotting
We walk
Tripping on tired, weary soles
Hiding our eyes from Hope
For where is our Savior?
Who will bring us out of the void
Who will shelter us and show us
The way has not been barred
As Moses did cry
“Let my people go!”
Who cries now
when a poor man has nothing and has stopped so far, far below
Below grass, time and life itself
That he wanders the Earth
Lost and afraid
Begging from strangers
Who offer nothing but contempt?
The truth is: we have no freedom
No hope, no none of that
We’ll continue to search the world, the sky and the soil
For a Savior to break this horrid and infallible net.
But we don’t deserve that
No, not yet.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 2:28 AM UTC
I sit and wait
My eyes drift off
My mind sleeps
In my dreams I see a Dove
Beautiful, majestic and bright
I wake and what I see
Is the world for what it is:
Horror, Pain, and Disbelief
There is no hope
There is no sign
No faith, or love divine
We are stripped of our strength
The staff is shoddy and rotting
We walk
Tripping on tired, weary soles
Hiding our eyes from Hope
For where is our Savior?
Who will bring us out of the void
Who will shelter us and show us
The way has not been barred
As Moses did cry
“Let my people go!”
Who cries now
when a poor man has nothing and has stopped so far, far below
Below grass, time and life itself
That he wanders the Earth
Lost and afraid
Begging from strangers
Who offer nothing but contempt?
The truth is: we have no freedom
No hope, no none of that
We’ll continue to search the world, the sky and the soil
For a Savior to break this horrid and infallible net.
But we don’t deserve that
No, not yet.
