Carry my heart in the palm of your hand
My efforts have left it more barren and dry
It is a scandal that I would reject
A healing so vivid, so kind
Forlorn I have left you, not seeming to care
That you have a heart, just like mine
I am a coward who cannot own up
To a heart I have hurt many times
Is mercy enough to bind us together?
Will hope ever heal the deepest of wounds?
Will you accept worship from me, though I'm frail
If I bring the tithe and perfume?
To heal me, you'd have to come closer
To see where the scars make their home
But I can't stay still for our union
My feet always wander and roam
But still you stepped into our skin
Knowing that with it meant pain
And not just the beatings of killers
Who would laugh and then dance on your grave
But the pain of a bed that was empty
The pain of a life spent alone
And though you had those who would follow
There was only so much they could know
And for me, you have laid there awake
Knowing your worth was much more
Missing your home, its perfection
Convincing yourself of the chore
But you stayed, just to walk on our dirt
You talked to the worst of our kin
You blasted the holy and instead chose to love
The ones who were wedded to sin
So carry my heart in the palm of your hand
Remove all the barbs that go deep
Love me, that I might love you in return
Love me, that I might then leap
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