Aesthetic voyager.
“Fast receiving but slow responding,
To your signals reading “Son, come home.”
But I still believe it.
My God, I still need it.
But I’m just tired of walking upright….
‘Cause even with my feet on the path,
Our quite hearts lost contact.
So now I’m wandering off,
Just to hear you calling me back.”
“well, I’ve got a will but I want yours
I’ve got a growing heap of crosses and burdens
I’ve simply lost heart to shoulder
simply no strength to lift
I’ve always been a man in need
‘cause I keep stepping in and out of the shadow
caught by the drift and pitch of whatever it is
that keeps me coming back
I want out
‘cause I’m getting sick
sick from all this swerving
driver, sick from turning on you
…I don’t want to know what I’d be without
forgiveness brushing these adulterous lips”
“So I hear there’s a whole world out there
But I’ve grown to love this bed too much to leave it
I keep hearing about this world out there
Come untie me from this bed
Come untie me from the wicked things I love
Awake! awake in the company of men given something to say
Give me a servant’s heart and a tongue to obey
Awake! come wind
Awake! come thought
Tired head, take up your mat
Take your mat and walk”
“shame is the anchor tied around my ankle
shame keeps me low and close to the bottom
where I am the least
at the bottom
where pride has never been and never will
the swell of my chest
I stand on this
where pride has never been and never will
the swell of my chest
I call this brave
but how dare I call this love
and not bear my cross to the end
how can I call this love when all that I am
is because your love endures my back to it”
“unless you can part my ribs like the sea
and make stone beat, then there’s no hope for me
unless the east never meets the west
unless you set my sin between your shoulderblades
and forget
part my ribs like the sea and change me
‘cause stone doesn’t beat
and rock hearts don’t pump anything”
“will you still love me in famine
as when love began at the harvest
or would you gain the whole world
son, I love you at your darkest
but what good is the whole world
when I promise no tomorrow
I only promise your tomorrows
will never take you past my palm
love, what is love without trust
at my word would you bring your Isaac
son, I loved you at your darkest“
