I have asked You

 

peace is fading from Your face

Your breathing’s getting lighter

and all that You have hoped for me

You’re keeping there beside You

 

wanting in the meantime

waiting in the back

hoping for a word from me

do I remember that – 

 

I have asked You…

 

prying open windows closed to me

cutting splinters in my hand

and the god that I escape to  

doesn’t love or understand

 

You’re holding back an outburst

hanging on a tree

God, I wish I wanted You

the way You’ve wanted me –

 

and I have asked You…

 

please don’t let me hurt You anymore

cut my hand off should I reach out for a door that is sin

knock me over should I move across the floor to a sin

that would keep me from You anymore

that would keep me from You anymore

God forbid…

 

a new Desire comes to me

it’s a calling to the contrite

I have held nothing back and

You say that I am alright

 

© 2002 lance saint ash