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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