Solving For X and Y:
Two lines are carried up the hill
Your Father tells you it’s his will
to struggle with the wooden “x”
Spit, rocks, and taunts are filled with hex.
The prophets’ words are now fulfilled
Two lines are carried up the hill
Nails forced into your feet and hands
Your home is not on sea or land
In clouds you sit and will await
the day you come to cast the fate
two lines are carried up the hill
the books are old, but followed still
We know “why” you have summoned us
to live with hearts of faith and trust
Love pure like water that’s distilled
Two lines are carried up the hill
Copyright © Jesse Wood | Year Posted 2009
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