Saturday, May 14, 2011

What Small Thing is Man

Teardrop in the lake, our insignificance to the divine.
As darkness falls, your intentions, Lord, I can’t divine.

I used to flee the world, my place, my life, my fate
My only faith, my hope, was in redemption divine

As her heartbeat fades, her life ripped from my arms
I raged, unbelieving, anymore, that YOU were divine

Then the fires came, ripping through my soul, my life
what was left, gone, destroyed, by vengeance divine

See, it’s the wrath of Lord thy God, old testament style
Jimmy - rage, hate, hope and love are equally divine

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