Formation

Honesty blankets the sour taste left That positions itself between conscience To the right of promise beside honor Behind targets farther from wonder and grace Closer to our faith we fail to act on. Remembering that we are dust... A sour taste face frowns like what we meant But our meaning sits like our faith is false Poured in goes the sauce affecting our need Damaging our seed causing his distrust We stay in lines switched up lacking patience. Remembering that we are dust... Palming the land with unwashed hands waist deep In a spine filled creek emerging with hope Enduring hates grope our thirst can be cured Our thought will be pure our backs set straight By wonder and grace by means of his will. For he well knows how we are formed...