Metamorphic Dissonance

Taken from the song "Lead Me to the Cross"

 

Lead me to the cross, where your layered eyes

open up to heals hearts, and your hands lift cleanly

the veils of our sheets to reveal

our bodies, drunken, satiated, lust spilling into hope

into the most fatal trust. Where your love poured out

 

amongst the rocks and stains of green (on knees

of children’s jeans), where you are lifting from my heart

the aching stains of red, the skinned and unworthy,

say it and allow my belief in it, I belong

to you and only to you –

 

Lead me to my knees, and wash away the taste,

bring back to life what has broken,

bring back from death what has died again,

can I realize now what I barely knew,

that without you I am no more than nothing>

 

Lord I lay me down, and the tears come fast now

from the burnt holes of my eyes.

A rive is washing away the pain I felt, so long

in me it is unable to be distinguished,

the bringing with it a long sort

 

of rest – Rid me of myself

as the morning comes (numbed)

and the light comes (muted)

as the surrender comes, like smoke,

parallel to nothing.

 

I belong to you. This is the country of your love,

inside this bed from which I dare not rise.

The ache is packaged inside me,

this heart with which you left me,

and these highlighted masks you have stolen from me –

 

Oh, lead me to where I know I belong,

where you love is inexcusable, inexplicable,

where I alone am extinguishable

and the chaos itself is unimaginable,

lain safe at your tender feet; so lead me to the cross.