Surrounded by evil masquerading
Catchy and tricky beyond saving
Like a lily among the thorns
Only noticed with stuck horns
So I reached out with my hands
Replanted that lily to fertile lands
No longer choked by absent grace
But with that sunshine on her face
See them
They walk in silence
Those tortured little souls
Walking with grace
Otherwise
They would be dead
The dead are dead
Open your eyes
Their silence is in prayer
For you
My heart is going to cry
My heart has dipped into the sky
It broke open and let out the light
That light the lit the water to wine
What is grace but the glue
That perfects what is broken
You have to ask for the glue
The Lord will give it to you
I asked for the glue
But just like a child
I started fixing things but me
I saw so many were broken
So when the Lord came back
Glue was everywhere
Except on me
A Prophet Scorned 