Four Hours of Grace
I was the blade, you bore the wound,
still you opened your arms that night.
I spoke in fire, in bitter tongues,
you answered me with quiet light.
.
Every creed I ever learned
was ash upon my mouth,
till the only truth was the way
your mercy pulled me down.
.
I was the torment,
you were release.
I sinned in my fury,
you answered with peace.
Four hours of grace in a mortal night,
your body forgave me
where words could not write.
.
I left you waiting, torn apart,
my pride rehearsed what you should pay.
But when I came, it was your heart
that burned my cruel rehearsals away.
.
Every creed I ever learned
was ash upon my mouth,
till the only truth was the way
your mercy pulled me down.
.
I was the torment,
you were release.
I sinned in my fury,
you answered with peace.
Four hours of grace in a mortal night,
your body forgave me
where words could not write.
.
No priest, no altar ever gave,
the absolution I received.
Only the sermon of your skin—
the gospel where I still believe.
.
I was the torment,
you were release.
I sinned in my fury,
you answered with peace.
Four hours of grace in a mortal night,
your body forgave me
where words could not write.
.
Your body forgave me
where words could not write.
On a whim... 