inch by inch and row by row
it seems i make my graveyard grow
with all the hollow words i say
that sparkle, glow, then fade away
they're ridden with this flesh disease
and smell of dead philosophies
wrapped in a swift golden disguise
to hide the lies behind these eyes
no gag or muzzle seems to halt
ill speech seasoned with poisoned salt
that burn the ears of innocence
with fires of verbal ignorance
oh, that i could, oh, that i might
silence the words that scratch and bite
the children of the bleeding heart
such folly tears them all apart
dear Father, King of all Beauty
shine down Your light so i can see
and touch my lips with holy coal
and wash me clean to save my soul
make me Yours and change my heart
and give this life and brand new start
to set its course solely to you
ignite our communion anew
with words that sing of life and love
and all Your wondrous works above
take me now, to You i'll be,
always, a sacrifice for thee.
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