April 12, 2009

• death and decay can't touch us now.

  oh, God, it should've been me that day, between those thieves. thank You for this love that i will never comprehend, or could ever deserve. i see it every day and still don't understand. let me never unravel the mystery. let me always pursue it anyway. may i never believe that my heart could contain it.

   

  [Father, well, i am ready / won't You let it begin? / 'cause i am here now / i want to dance in / the bloody palm of Your hand.]

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