On an old wooden cross,
beneath the blistering sun...
When science and logic
Strip a person's argument...
Just because...
It's cold, it's dark, bottles all around
Confused, dizzy, are my feet hitting the ground...
At the beat of silence
In the quiet place...
Our Lord,
You have a grander star for us, your children...
My cross feels much heavier
than any weight I've pulled before...
I've been cut, I've been burned
I've been broken, bent and torn...
I stood this morning
And watched the day break...
She walks in silence of guilt.
Dressed in a habit of sadness...
Letters in hand
riding the path...
Lord, how can I be forgiven
When you're as excited as I am...