An Instrument of Adoration
I’ve played dead and let this dying soul build my grave six feet underground
My heart needs resuscitation for life is gained when love and peace are found
Although I’m chancing everything by letting myself become fully attached
Relying on the delight of this world to foolishly stay alive for death has snatched
To only see an empty book of pages covered in blood that spills with disgust
Who will witness to the people if you fail to make the time and come to trust?
Just giving up or giving in to hold the breaking heartstrings together somehow
The devil wagers for my soul turning black in this wasteland that fails to grow
This haunting shadow falls over my face to awaken my conscious state of mind
A cold chilling aftershock that’s cooled by a divine spark that wisp through to unwind
This vessel which sheds this metamorphic layer of dead flesh that’s becoming reborn
While whispering the tune of a sweet song played off blistering lips which are worn
By the striking winds that beat me down to my knees to tear this splintered soul apart
God tune this instrument you’ve made me into so I can take all your words to heart
You leave me breathless in this whirlwind of rising fires that light up the night sky
The air is heavy with celestial power as this spiritual energy inside starts to climb high
For wandering eyes to crowd in amazement of the true beauty that brings such awe
Mesmerized by the splendor of your electrifying love that these eyes of mine saw
While burning within like a furnace to ignite the passion of a poet’s longing plea
This heart has found the path of fulfillment that you have led us to so faithfully
My precious treasure flows through this tranquil heart of mine that beats with vigor
My past mistakes are buried in the earth’s soil as my mind escapes the sounds of a trigger
For you delivered me from the violent waves that had tossed me far out into to sea
The winds that once had forced me underneath are now the winds that carry me
Amongst a chosen generation who waits for the moment of truth to reveal hope today
Salvation is only a breathe beyond the scope of reality that opens the passageway
Brett Fletcher 1-07-05
Amidst the ashes of humanity their remains a love sacrifice that we need to cherish
The pure at heart have found this gift and seek comfort for their souls that never perish
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