Who has the answer
The image is tainted
Made to be painted
By Holy things—
By Holy and True
By a new you found
In his death—
Diva pager
Racial slur slayer
I love division
I hate admission
I run from conviction
I love the friction
Man rages with the nonfiction
The mountain top facts
Your glory back
They saw your voice
But they still had the choice
Tablet heart, write it a fresh
A living epistle is up for suspect
I am retrospect, a hipster crew cut
A deep v turtleneck,
A Seattle coffee stop,
A new life to live for all
The Unholy thoughts—
Divided we will fall,
United in Christ we
Will still fall—on His
Rock, On His word,
In this place we have built
There is fear for You