Water to Wine
I never question why,
but sometimes...or so it seems.
My splintered thought will rise above me,
and take away what sets us free.
I cannot rest on only what I see here,
or trust in only what I feel.
It comes back to intent perception,
stabbing through what makes us real.
You never asked for my assistance
in entertaining who you are.
We circle around your whole existence
that circles around our disregard.
It's all the same and still defending.
I'm easily prone to deceive.
We take for granted the ending
for a code that meets our needs.
We didn't count on the suffering.
We didn't count on the pain.
We counted on our feelings.
Now they've come and gone again.
Break me down, and break me in
with your sight to breathe the green of life again.
Take my water, and turn it into wine,
and let my arms hold the sands of time.
Break me down, and break me in,
with your light to lead us to the promised land.