Saturday, 19 April 2014
Awoken by the Son
Awoken by the Son, reverence and serenity take me by the hand. Peace leads me, drifting through clouds that cause rain and death. But woe to me if I shall question the peace that guides me, although I may feel the rain on my face, I am lead all the while. Being pulled through the tangles of dis-harmonious screams and desperate fervor, I tremble. Sing to me again, oh peace that awakened me with the Son. Pull me under your waves that plunder my heart with wonderment and awe. Though I may feel evil, and the murky clouds beneath my feet, keep my soul awake; lest I trip on burning coals and fall into the depths of the dead, who are silenced by the Holy Beast.