Arson Beauty
time of decadence and time of despair, spaces
between us and voids filling her, turning into piles of
hatred and fear, she settled the score and now she is
here, facing Him: “take those pictures down, fill the
walls behind with living colors, drown them in light.
for i’m ready now, my heart’s broken now, my
shoulders are weary, my mind‘s numb!” hasting
towards her -, straight love opens hearts, people
called into life, fellowship in light; moving folks of
night, is what He yearns to do. with those cold walls
torn into pieces instead of painting them nice and
warm; He just loves to see you can handle liberty and
she understands love is really free: “got my fever down,
feet back on the ground, blind eyes open to see. this
grace’s larger than our life can be, standing tall on my
knees.” free – let’s shout to the world, this liberty is
life’s gift to the cold! free - we shout to the world:
“these bleeding hands are for you!
ephesians 4:23
