The words part lips all the time
I hear it from many lost souls on my quest
Did Jesus say it was so?
I'm staring at an ivory Christ
His head hangs to the right
all of his power and might
lost through rusted nails
told through stories and tales
I follow the conspiracies in the gale
And more stories fly in my head
While I wish my steps more in stead
I know that it seems like I fled
Yet I remain in this place
Jesus and his disciples
Resonate through nothing
All this prayer and dismay
resonates through nothing
Should I have read more books?
Studied knowledge from all of time?
Put Wisdom and Saloman up high?
Or believed in man
who I'm sure once said
I'm not afraid to die
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