Like everything old Nothing to gain Waiting past sunrise For yesterday to change It’s a walk in winter Worn shoes on my feet Words from frozen breath Before the falling of sleet Waiting for darkness The absence of sight Whispering confessions Changing memories to light Listening for thunder Leaving heaven’s way The angelic choir sings Of silence and decay The drizzle of rain Keeps you awake Fearing the flood May strip off your faith Praying with strangers Whose knees both ache Still blaming the truth After every mistake It’s the one and one Claiming to be three The stranger in the host The fisher in the sea Waiting in the wings For applause from the crowd Waiting for a savior Young bold and loud Like sounds of struggle As flame touches skin Like embers from sparks Of fires from within Like the sounds of struggle Silent from birth Like the ashes of bones Mixing with dirt Resurrection rises When three days end Like ashes from flesh The debris of sin
