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"The River's Song"


I walked to the river

My bones weary and worn

Hoping for some sign

That my Savior left me.

The valley sighed and the wind grew wings

While the water sang a song

(sinner sinner)

where is your Savior now?

(sinner sinner)

break your filthy knees and bow

(sinner sinner)

the gates will open and you will burn

not even this river can keep you pure

 

All the colors of the world

Bled out; out to the river.

I heard a voice in the distance--

“My child, come to me”

 

I fell to my knees and the tears that I cried

Flowed down to the river

And washed away.

 

Heads fell from shoulders,

Roses sprang from the moonlight

And the bridges burned.

I stayed by the river, hoping--

Waiting for a sign

That my Savior left me.

 

As the lilies bloomed,

Locusts filled my mouth.

Ten thousand angels

Fell down in wicked fire;

Tore down skyscrapers

Built with my own words.

“Get back wretched demon!”

“Come away from the fire”

“Rest in my arms for a little while”

 

I feel to my knees and the tears that I cried

Flowed down to the river

And washed away.

 

Mice came scratching at my door,

Red eyes gleaming in the dark

Fangs sharpened and dripping in lies.

Their claws tore at my chest,

A cross burned on my tongue.

The church bells rang.

My skin melted and stardust fell in my eyes.

 

Dried blood

Caked under my nails

Dirt covered feet walked to the river

And it sang back to me

(sinner sinner)

where is your Savior now?

(sinner sinner)

break your filthy knees and bow

(sinner sinner)

the gates will open and you will burn

not even this river can keep you pure

 

And I stayed by the river, hoping--

Praying for a sign

That my Savior left me.

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