Christ Animated

I've watched days stumble past - Not bothering or risking a second glance. Like the dead who don't know they've risen again, They mean nothing even to themselves. My dog is Pain - goes wherever go I - A constant presence who loves to bite. His coat is dirty, rough and sparse, Unpleasant to touch, but familiar at heart. A new day coming, another black pyre boat, Offering embrace, as a thick winter coat. So I bundle myself and duck my head, And venture out into the shuffling dead... ... Pain at my side, running slightly ahead.

Ask me this question and this answer I'll give People are watching the way that we live Over all the screaming can the whisper be heard Every thing spoken could be the one word Making changes in hearts and shaking up souls All the tears that we've cried gathered in bowls Betraying all that we've longed for and all that we've loved Only showing our true selves to the One up above Until my voice shakingly ceases to sound Til the beat in my veins can no longer be found Years from now or tomorrow all this will be gone Onto greener pasturers, with victory won Under His gaze you will ever remain