Beautiful Resurrection

I follow intently,
asphyxiate in place of your dust,
[letting it settle like silt]
in the vacuous cavities
where I bled out the devil.
Let me breathe more like you.

Trade the lining of my eyes for your glossy retreat,
to see good in all,
to be at peace,
to shine more,
to love more,
to be encompassed with joy while blood washes our feet.
We are all just dying at the hands of men.

Conform these muscles to flow beyond where others bind them.
With your freedom, I am constantly anew.
[Constantly becoming who I have been made to be.]
Take the bewildered dishonesties that I laid back out for you.
[Fervidly seeking you.]

Exchange this reflection
in to one that emulates more of you
and less of these humanly selfish desires.
Probe within, letting nothing harden,
all for your glory.

Bring your Kingdom down;
These bright eyes set afire.

Oh Lord, bring your Kingdom on down in me.

A Stagnant Swamp

Steadily, I rise up, but can no longer see, no hope left to believe.
My heart is tired,
my soul erects itself from my body to conform, to be the reflection it should be.
Is there a chance that my heart will also be transpired?

My heart is tired
I have given everything but the lining that holds it together
Is there a chance my heart will be also transpired?
How I plead, release me from this binding tether.

I have given everything but the lining that holds it together
and yet, nothing I have given weighs enough to change how gravity makes this fall.
How I plead, release me from this binding tether.
The Devil has his ways to enthrall.

Nothing I have given weighs enough to change how gravity makes this fall.
Perhaps all this time you were right, love is not enough,
the Devil has his ways to enthrall.
He took my heart to drown me in a slough

Perhaps all this time you were right, love is not enough.
My soul erects itself from my body to conform, to be the reflection it should be.
He took my heart to drown me in a slough
Steadily, I rise up, but can no longer see, no hope left to believe.