Beauty For Ashes

Ravaged and ruined and shattered to dust by slippery coercion bedded in lust Ah tis the fate of faith that gives trust in gospels hewed in tarnish and rust Be wise then... let patience give heed to the compass which points to the wait and see Pray not for me you liar and thief! I worship the one who comforts me the strength of my hands the power on my knees You, you know, you are nothing to me! From the dust I have risen many a time And by his mercy been given faith wrought in the fire the truth in which a heart is defined One never mended for every blow nor expectation disguised To trust in the love of a lie is a low and the cost of the error too high My soul has died a thousand deaths each resurrection surpasses with deft The promised walks never taken but for the ones in the shadows of death For now my soul remains in quiet dull embers of hope for the madness biding the time till my heart submits then trading for beauty these ashes