oh my dear salvation,
where art thee
are ye with me?
crying eyes, for ye
this world has broken me
my soul spilled of gold
upon thy altar
and ye did smile with glee
like wheat in the earth
dead, to bear fruit
oh father..
look at ye
in the world, I am saved and set
to come home to my true papa
the one who saved me
still among such things as that are physical oh my God,
I do seek yet to be free
of this world.
nothing here brings me joy
for every thing here requires repentance
oh my God.