Up against the tides of change
The endless rearrange for all of my days—
Eyes on the light, on the day when it gets
Set right—blood moons for the onlookers
But where is the real danger?
Shaking cities with bodily entrance and in
It we long to depart,
This tent is up for rent,
Paying what I cannot owe
By this grace we must try to grow
For free is just the invitation—
Fallen souls who used to be young
And naïve and without reprieve—
Now we can barely believe in a good
God instead He hangs over the flames,
He stands in distance while our lives
Live with resistance—
I am hardened daily by the scorching
Winds that burn beneath me—
Life is harder when people see all
Of you, but where would I be if it wasn’t
For community?
I delight in the path,
I run from the wrath you have
Hallowed out, with death being swallowed
In a tepid shout—
I cannot agree just yet with what I
Live by for in me is still an endless
Disease—
But I will press forward in this
Tent you ask of me to display,
For sorrow, for pain, for death,
For all the world to see
