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

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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.