Everywhere I Go it Reigns
Still the Son today – stretch a gauze across his face.
Stir remorse amid the clouds,
Unto me, I say – tiny hands of angels, millions swarm the skies to pull the curtain
closed, yet to reveal dull surprise—
This mist shall send a message, the vapor spins a web – each thought we murmur, say, I
say, I said with no regret.
For gathered in this scheme,
The dreams of Gods and men,
The surface shimmers new, a cleansing solace new.
For God’s breath – renounced, the fluid pure it flows,
So vehemently to you,
But you’ve known this all along,
Reach out and feel his tears upon your palms
More than any psalm I say,
More than you this day,
A gift of love and harmony,
He sheds such concepts blue,
Place your face towards the skies,
You’re being there renewed.