Dry Blood Of Pain


Eyes sparkle with many of dried tears
I can see a lot of pain in those eyes
Is that okay?
God’s thumbnail in the sky…
He’s got the whole World in His Hands
Pain, heartbreak, loss, and all
This is where great things happen
God begins in the eyes of the lost ones
The estranged turned Jesus freak
Defining freak with a change
Obsessing over His Love
And turning to the World
A revolutionary rebel
Sticking it to the man of hatred
The Earth is filled with kind and loving beings
With eyes glazed over
Isolated by fear
Experience not only builds wisdom, but also builds walls
Tear each brick down with Love
More is learned
Eyes sparkle even brighter
By not giving in
To the dry blood of yesterday’s wounds

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