My eyes open up

A sea of faces without names fills the room

And we'll swallow God

Our bread, his body, left to rot

If it's all the same we'll stay the same

Now hollower eyes allow us to see

Our complacent bodies

And if sight is opinion then how

Can it be grounds for belief

And we'll blame it on providence

Slipped through fingertips

Stretched out to the splitting

And we'll accuse the thrones of greater men

If pride is a kingly crown

Then on my head it's overturned

I hear the simple swells of grace

Falling down like rain