We look beyond the curtain of logic
Certain that faith is the answer we seek…
We, who once reeked of depravity;
The ultimate gravity that governed us.
We listen to their testimony of victory
From the damnation we all once wore;
Our long lost core — sons of disobedience
Our grand patrons…
He heard of the call to come and
Drink freely from life giving water
The identity that our belly now carried…
We became little Thomas;
Come as you are we see as a deception…
We came and still doubted,
Denied the life we received more than Peter
We litter this new haven with perdition story…
But He waits still to clear our head
Of the effect the drug we bought from Lucy’s store years back
And open our eyes to the beauty we are
Which words fall short of