In the Tears of Your Saints
I’ve heard it said no man can tell
a God in Heaven, a God in hell,
a helping hand to catch our fall,
Deity of Unconcern? A God at all?
Unforgiving Father meeting trust with flame,
Doubter of all Humanity, Consuming Pain
or, Blessed Mercy, a soul to save,
a Gift of Redemption to defy the grave?
Were I to stand alone and cry,
alone to live, alone to die,
on knees in darkness to beg at Hell’s gates
would I find redemption in the tears of your saints?
I’ve heard it said, but I can tell
were I to leap through gates of hell,
away the need to catch my fall
forgiving lips, true love for all,
and bless my luck whilst meet the flame,
doubting not though consumed in pain.
If fall alone a soul could save,
my laughing eyes defy the grave,
embrace in arms the need to cry,
alone to live, alone to die,
on knees in darkness I’ll smile at Hell’s gates
and burn unashamed in the tears of your saints.
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In the Tears of My Saints
Spiritual"I cry. That's all. And as I cry, the tears fall from my heart and change the world around me. They take pain, they take fear, they take horror and they destroy them. They gather up the bodies and blood, carrying them away toward the pit, flinging t...
