The blood of the lamb
d
Runs a flood over our losing town
d
A serpent has spoiled itself among our hopes
d
And licks at the blood of the lamb
d
Our calls mocked in the face of heaven
d
The moon as red as the blood of our prayer
d
A devil hunched itself upon our crying child
d
And toys with the blood of the lamb
d
The desert has revealed us our true dust
d
A doubt in faith is choked down in blood
d
The desert You created, the desert free from comforts
d
Desires wrested from lamb’s blood
d
Blood of the lamb colored as black and not as red
d
Three drops of peace colored as black and not as red
d
Forgive these wails of ungraciousness, ungraciousness for our own debts
d
The blood of the lamb is sweeter than our own
d