Today, the sky was mocking as she spat upon my face
I woke up ten past should've been - here, repentance without grace
Sixteen hundred years ago, a man gave Christ a chance
Did he ever greet the morning with the antithesis of dance?
And I wonder in the brilliance, as my heart devours my mind,
how the sun is so accessible, when I feel left behind?
And then you took me away from here,
away from pain, unto a loss that's somehow gain, and then you took me
Father, now I've noticed the glory on your face
I walk in circles now in this humbling maze of grace
Unrivaled by my pa**ion, the thought of giving peace a chance,
As I feel the burning, your heart gives movement to the dance
I'm stumbling in the darkness, my purpose faint and velied
My doubt engulfs my freedom, my direction is a**ailed
Burn, Father, burn.