Wash away all my stains

No matter the intention with which they were made

All my self perfections look up from the gutter at that which they could not attain

Stars are high in the night sky

Far am I from being justified

In my dreams I see the dawn

In my side I feel the flesh in torn

In my pride I’m suffering for what’s already done

Why do I search for the living among the dead?

I know that tomb is empty, but I keep going back

As if to offer some assistance to the blood that was shed

But the simple gospel could do without being hijacked

By religious ambition; my attempts to complicate

A beautiful exchange into an encyclopedia of do’s and don’ts to which I’ll never measure up

But I got everything I don’t deserve all at once

It has nothing to do with me, but I confuse my identity and somehow think that I’ve qualified to be loved or called your son

But a birthright is earned no more than it’s won

I find my breath within your lungs

I lose my crippling fear in your arms

I exist only because of you

I am that I am merely a shadow projected by the truth

Incorruptible, unobtainable, but somehow you make room for me at your table

Your mercies renewed at the breaking of day

No matter how frequently I try to remove the clay from the hands of the potter

I make a mess of myself without fail

You think I would’ve learnt my lesson by now, but still

You patiently beckon me to come away with you

And I relinquish my self-sufficiency and let your voice define me

Shortest day in the year

The rotation of the earth is made perfectly clear

Seasons shift, wax and wane

In the midst of change you’re the constant that remains the same

Sun hangs low in the noon sky

Though it’s cold I know you’re made of fire

On my neck the hair is raised

On my mind are always warmer days

In the light of your smile I come undone