Bodies Of Water I Turned My Face
I turned my face from God, but I won't turn from you
I turned it not in shame, but to shield his light from
view
My body, it will die, but what I do today will resonate
Until the action, long since passed
Bears no resemblance to what it wrought before
You turned your face as well and I feared I was to
blame
Because your face now turned
No longer burned with virtue's flame
And when your face was turned
It ceased to be pleasingly cherubic
I could detect the spark (or lack thereof) or chronic
tepidness
I turned my face from God, but I won't turn from you
I turned it not in shame, but to shield his light from
view
My body it will die but what I do today will resonate
Until the action, long since passed
Bears no resemblance to what it wrought before
I'd like to think that I
Can tough-mindedly avoid these snares
But this conceit will last
Only until your rod and staff are gone
And now that I have wept tears of despair
Please let me cling to you
And now that I have died to myself
Please let me see your face
And since my longing took a desperate turn
I feel you near to me
And now that my voice cracks with regret
I draw you into me
I may not have a lot
But what you have, you have surely got
And when it's gone from me?
Part of it will stay with you endlessly
What did it do in me?
It wrapped your heart in veiny filigree
What if I turn around?
Then truthfully, you were never found
