underneath gravity's reign, solid muffled dirt
where percussions of raindrops tickle it's skin
seaping in where the green grass forms
all new life consummated outside where eyes can reach
is much like the Lord has planned for lives
when hearts like stone stand stagnant
mocking life around it, their imprints never causing growth
jealously sprouts weeds around where they only know
(a lonely place to go
for we know because we were there)
but what love have they declared? self righteousness.
deviled snare. blindly stare. without a care.
break the cycle, break the stone
make it flesh for it doesn't know
Lord You're the Giver of life to be
break the cycle, let them be set free
after the rain, let their hearts melt
into the ground where living becomes dying
dying becomes breathing
breathing becomes growing
where eyes can see
(tiny pigments of transformed hearts
depart from the cold ground into the Sun)
(Jesus, our Tree of Life)
the colors will bleed
and flow into lands of the nations
declaring only greater Him.
(nothing us.)