It's every so often, I wonder.
How the mind gets so twisted, and turned around,
driven, as if listening to the
words of a serpent
cunning and conniving
adnamrofeR repmeS
sand or rock on this
i will build things but not
higher like babel
Instead fortresses mighty
destined to feel cold
cleave of steel on stone
break and break against
siege after siege
but He is risen
not this bread; he said
for life is not taken but given
nesir si eH
until the return,
no sense denying; it's just a
dirge
for the new day's trials refined.
When the crystal waters of grace
shatter into the shards of lost innocence
We will wonder
We will wonder
Should we have left it this way