I know it has been a while since we've spoken, I was just wondering why we are so broken?
They say I am going against your plan because I am holding my boyfriend's hand in a church
Where they pray to a YOU they cannot see in ME.
But, you don't make mistakes-right?
Glistening sunsets are beautiful just like the stars that turn into bombs over the heads of children,
Praying for just one more tomorrow,
But tomorrow never comes for the bum with his outstretched hand, holding his outstretched heart, waiting for it to be filled with your grace..
The face looking back at me from the mirror is a sinner
God...
If I am created in your image, then why am I so broken?
Smoking ciggaretes and drinking moonshine to get closer to heaven,
While a man robs a 7-11 to feed his children... Hungry for a life worth living..
The man that beats his wife because he cant see the beautiful sunrise of your grace in that beaten and battered face crying tears of love for a man she still sees as her saviour
God, why are we so broken?
The token machine is out of tokens, and this ride is getting close to it's finale
the beginning of my omega,
the Alphabet spelling diseases..
robbing lives from being lived.. broken dreams wrapped in a quilt that cannot keep us warm..
Burning though our veins like heroin and hate..
God, reach into my soul.. pull out my pain.. turn my face up to the rain.. and baptize me whole again.. I want to be whole again..
I reach in my pocket pull out one last token, and keep riding..
Thats all we can really do...
See the beauty in me... and I'll say keep your chin up... to the god.. in you..

