Red hands, hands of fire
Search for your cure
I rip my heart out and never sew shut the edges
Empty in here. Occupying the void.
It is raining in slow motion
Plastering long hair to my face and arms
Golden chocolate tendrils snaking around us
Ivy tight, strangling
We are like starved children
Biting as deep as we can
Not caring where it came from
I watch you recover
Apathy's poison receding with the night
My grip becomes less tight
Touch so light
You can't even feel me
at all.

Let not our hearts be troubled, as we wait upon the Lord.
Help us not to stumble,in case we fail to rise.
Help us not to exalt ourselves, lest we be taken down.
Help us not to remove  our eyes from you,
Lest You turn your face the other way.
Help us not to close our ears, lest from you we do not hear.
Help us to know our sins, that righteousness we do not esteem as our own.
Help us always to see the needs of others, so we may give a lending hand.
Help us not to faulter
but to seek you while you may be found.
Turn not Your back from us because it is your pity we require.
Do not harden Your heart against us because sheoul is not a place we  seek.
But make us now a written  letter and place us in Your heart.
Seal us with Your signet ring and in there will I abide.