16“Behold, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands; Your walls are continually before Me.Isa. 49:16
Covered in ink, tattooed for glory
But should I show it? Something to remember You—
How the summer was never meant for adventure but
How it has come to that—do I make money off of this
Reflection? Probably not but the worth is in the wait—
This tent is for rent and I keep repeating that—this body
Is more broken then yesteryear, then the love way down there
Below the sea where no one can see—
Killjoy for this party called hanging out, called games and toys
And loud noises—but without love I am a no show just like
Those who once said yes, who once gave their best, where are they
Now?
Now I am covered in ink, it makes me think—
Something to remember Your mercy—
Hide us, run from us! The wrath is here to stay,
The lamb slain is here to stay—
I am a doubting kind of man, a hollow right hand seems
To swoop down upon me—I just have words and memories—
Those bright hallways, that half caffeinated waiting room,
That circular observatory, those hallways of glory, those
Daily take downs, those card game labors, those in between
Friends that sat on the curb with me,
Colored red for emergency, but isn’t mercy
The urgency? It hurts leaving some behind, leaving
To a new city to hide behind—
Like the ink I carry I will not forget those friendships
For they will be with me forever and in forever we
Will continue, for aren’t we apart of that continuing
City, will You build my walls continually—the right ones,
The bright one’s, the loveless adventures in the fluorescent
Sunrise, in this plastic city called reality—it is here, it is now,
But I wait for You continually, ready to call this place Your
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