Monday, March 31, 2008

For Billy, who was a good little boy.


This happens every time the sun goes down
I can feel your burden, I can't breathe
My restless spirit brings me to my knees,
How can I intercede?

He says His yoke is easy and His burden is light,
But your eyes are tired, your eyes are dim,
It breaks my heart to see you deceived,
What will it take for you to believe?
Oh, how can I intercede?

But the tears I cry, they won't make you believe,
that the blood He shed is all that you need.

Oh Lord, let me intercede
Manifestos of a Middle Child