Savior

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by arriaheart

by arriaheart

God I know what I'm doing
Is a damnable sin,
And I know heaven won't let me in

Stealing kisses from her,
Maybe from him,
I tried to hide it,
But myself, I couldn't find it
Coincidental,
Horribly wrong,
You came along, now I sing their song

If love is wrong, maybe I don't
want to be right

Running away, farther from your sight

I seem to think,
All that I want I find in their embrace.

But I'm what I'm
deeply missing is your grace

I ran to your side,
But found hearts of stone
None of them like yours
But damage is done
And now I'm alone

Or so I think.

I'm sitting alone,
on the floor,
watching water drip from my
kitchen sink

My tears, they match the flow
Of each drip

I remember a tiny,
Dusty yellow church,
more like a shack
I've heard

I remember her hands, wrinkled,
Hair grey,
I remember her voice and the
way that she'd pray

I remember her saying,
"Jesus protect you my sweet"

I remember hearing of those nail scarred hands,

But it's not without remembering
Those who misplaced the meaning
Not finding a love that could
give me what I'm needing

Their dark expressions, deep scowl even,
You'd think I'd walked in
Red tail, pitch fork like a demon

I began to sob, finding no release,
But there you are,
The Prince of Peace

You walked into that place,
dark and full of hate
You found me though I thought it
Too late

I will always love you
You whisper, over my crying
The Devil came and filled your head
With his lying

I came to bring you and all love, and life abundant