We the People=Love

it'd be a lie to run away
from every song and dream i've played
within my mind...and here in space
wooden sheets and doily lace
also hold my thoughts on Thee
tears of salt match drops of sea
and i'm so weak, i cannot move
i cannot waste more time to prove
existence...

it's real
it's here
it's now
it's sealed
this fate that God has long concealed
i've fought
i've yelled
i've tripped on grace
i've prayed for one to wipe my face
cleaning up my doily lace

i've looked
i've seen
i've touched and heard
all the heads within your Word
they need
they thirst
they love
they curse
Your name and every giving verse

the light shines on and whites this lace
that once was scarred, a bloody trace
back to days of old, slow death
the light shines on each filthy breath
and due to this, you may now see
every sign nailed 'pon wood trees
all the people equal love
the greatest worth
from Thee...above.