Friday, May 14, 2010

You are Holy, You are loved

Broken Promises, Broken Words

Broken Spirits, Broken Lives

You can melt into your brokenness

You can stare sad eyed into your remorse

You can sing sad songs of loosened flesh

You can drink form spirits of regret

You can watch your essence fade away

You can doubt what’s holy, and love what’s made

Remembering things that could have been

Drenched in guilt, Consumed by sin

If you lose, how sad the sin

If you lose, no one wins



Does water really turn to wine?

Does wine really turn to blood?

Can blood really turn to love?

Have another drink my lonely love

Taste the spirit in the blood

Taste the Word that’s only love

That’s only Love, That’s only Love

The Holy Dove, Father above

You rise so high on wings of love




You fall so fast into the mud

You stink of mud and blood and love

You can feel the dirt in every pore

You can taste the lies you’ve told before

Lies will never turn to truth

You can’t claim spirit from bad fruit


Yet, regrets and mistakes will soon decay

To transform flesh on a soft light day

The mud dries clean and peals away

Water washes all away, Water washes all away

And turns the blood to crimson song

A song of Spirit, a song of Love

The blood that is a gift to you

A song that is a gift from you



And if you have a gift to give

A song of all that you have been

Sing it loud, with tears of praise

Ignore the sneers the crowd will raise

Their own song they soon will sing

Water and song will make them clean

As you are clean, as I am clean

The blood of Grace

Flows freely from sacred wounds

The blood of Grace that we consume

The blood of Grace of we consumed



Broken Promises, Broken Words

Broken Spirits, Broken Lives

Repaired with the blood of life

The blood of service and sacrifice

His sacred blood is shed for us

Fill yourself with the blood of love

You are Holy, You are loved



R. Mace

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