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Through the Window Pane


Like a bird, it calls to me Believe in me, you win Deny me, you fall Yet they fade in the whisper of the wind Falling to the rasp of a man who knows no truth Chanting to me, demanding me with strings One step back, you’re mine for the taking One step forward, you’re mine for the breaking Mind torn, hope crashing Willing my heart to believe in the words Once strong in the faith of the Lord Yet, my thoughts flounder and my will burns Now broken, buried in the feet of the King Setting fire to my mind and blazing through my fellow people Lowering my head, I give myself to the rasps of the evil Yet, like a candle, my faith in the will of God collapses to the wind For can a God so distant, hear the pain dancing in the wind For can a God so hidden, see my dismay written in the sky Or am I looking through one pane in the window -------------------------- Blood drips Seeping through the grain of the wood Visible, his protection remains Hidden, his destruction begins Stain by Stain, it marks us to the glory Of he that is he Of he that is the Lord of all Smoothing our hearts he carries us in serenity Parting the gates To those of pure gold Closing to those Tainted in the heart of a hardened soul In his presence, we are protected In his ways, we are his Indebted to the benevolent God Or am I looking through one pane in the window ------------------------ In gold we cast it Our beliefs held in an alter Drowning in praise Grasped in serenity Yet, shouting in the words of the sky He glares Grasping in the lights of the sky He stares, eye for an eye Ready to strike For we falsified his name Drenched his words Down we should fall, down we should break In the authoritative God we collapse Or do I only see through one pane in the window --------------------- An eye he once had on us Yet justice he delivers Our sins he screams Merciful in the sentence of destruction Yet punished in the ways of sin An eye for an ear Punishment we receive but in heaven we will leave For the ways of our people belong to the God Kind in his actions yet critical in his ways Or do I only see through one pane in the window ------------------- Alone, each pane distorts my image of God Falsifying his name For God isn’t one He is all Distant, Benevolent, Authoritative, Critical Not whole without one Not whole without all
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