Words

I was hoping like a child
whose eyes were shut from day
I was dead, like the foliage
that rests on soiled earth
I was screaming like the wind
It howls to me when no one does
I was bleeding like desert sand
sweeping across my skin
I was heartless,
and had given up on love
I asked for the sting of death.

If I wanted anything, it was your truth
You are more than hope
You are more than life
You have two lives
Both of us needed you
You have two hearts beating in you
You have two souls which depend on your breath
You have what no one else has.

You are the music I hear when I'm in the sky
an explosion of air
I waited in line just to see if you care*
marching through hell, I'm sure
I would march again
again
again
You have two marching beats
which depend on your breath
You have two eyes in which there is now life and hope.

You waited for me
You waited
You carried us through night
You hid us in a safe chamber.

I have no name for you yet
except these words
You are the marching beat to my beaten
and bruised, injured travail
You are the north star to my emancipation
You are the realization to my seeking heart
and the words to my silence.

These words are more true than life
and if not, God will strike me down
There's a spirit that has poured on my head
Words and feelings I don't understand
like the other heart you hold,
which doesn't know your meaning
nor comprehends your worth
which was valued through Christ's death
and God strike me if I don't love you like him.
I was hoping like a child
whose eyes were shut from day.
But now there are two hearts
beating in your chest.