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
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