My muscles: nothing puny, And my countenance, quite grave; My death-look's nothing paltry To those who misbehave. My actions are efficient, And I can't abide a flirt; I'm in charge when I can help it, And your insults just don't hurt. I&
What of the girl, purposely blind, Standing tall in the crisp-fallen snow? She heard the announcement, saw the bright lights... And yet she refuses to go. I am the girl, resolute; I may hear the footsteps tonight, But I've no call to hark any angels; I'll
Not without effect: that's what your grace is, While I wander here to there and place to places. And I have this tender soul that craves you, you, Lord. But this war waged in me is not fought with sword But with prayer. What a wretched soul I
I hear the whispers in the dark-- So what, you wanna bruise this heart? I take it off and cast it high; The force will stick it to the sky. I'm done with all unfeeling games, Naming answers and calling names. It's time to take it
Broken, I'm so broken; Not a recourse comes to mind But to lift my hands in worship While the shadows soft unwind. Like a mist that gently whispered In the sinews of my brain Comes a melody of mercy I like to drown in time again. Softly, oh