Do the hard thing,
the right thing,
make the painful cut
every time.
There’s no easy way
to the garden gate
and the wall’s too high
to climb.
There’s a war outside,
there’s a place we’re alive
that we seek to find
in love.
Fall down all
our demons now,
we seek redemption
from above.
Blood on stone,
that perfect elixir
the solution
to our problematic
existence.
We persist in lies
opening the eyes
we meet resistance.
Our minds recoil
at beholding
the perfect picture.
We’ve come so far from home.
What we were,
what we are,
what we’ve become
a world away alone.
It’s not when the blood hits the stones.
It’s not when our minds find the way;
it’s a price that’s already been paid
an new way to be,
a skeleton key.
No more need we be afraid.
The next part,
is us finding our place.
He is Risen.
God is great.
-HG
