Sky and Dirt Drawn Together

 

Rupture, momentum, a mighty squall

Look at them, it’s no use to run

Away from a wave a mile tall

But Your will be done

Their love for You, misunderstood

And a war that’s never won.

In a crowd a man erupts in powder and blood.

Even here, Your will be done.

A lonely flier

Makes two towers into one

Of steel, glass, bones and fire

Your will be done

The sky and the dirt drawn together

In the mud is dropped heaven’s son

To a post of wood a dead man tethered.

 

Your will be done.