My treasure was dirt for a time.
My luxury was the grime.
Ashes weren't loathsome to me.
Weeping was a pleasantry.
Even the darkness will not be dark to You.
I look not at a perfect complexion, but a broken face.
What visual have we given our Godly divine race?
He was scourged I remember.
Choosing not a spring day, but a winter.
Even the darkness is not dark to You.
So I eat crumbs when given a feast.
I dine on water when that is the least.
I let my bones age
As I dance in holy rage.
Even the darkness wasn’t darkness to You.
My luxury was the grime.
Ashes weren't loathsome to me.
Weeping was a pleasantry.
Even the darkness will not be dark to You.
I look not at a perfect complexion, but a broken face.
What visual have we given our Godly divine race?
He was scourged I remember.
Choosing not a spring day, but a winter.
Even the darkness is not dark to You.
So I eat crumbs when given a feast.
I dine on water when that is the least.
I let my bones age
As I dance in holy rage.
Even the darkness wasn’t darkness to You.
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