Christ Rolled from Lift/Love by Dear Other
Tracklist
| 8. | Christ Rolled | 4:22 |
Lyrics
Christ rolled stony, weary eyes as I stripped off my clothes,
came close for comfort, close for Blue Ridge warmth in valley cold.
Shoulders shaking, scorned and scourged I was yet bold
to whisper, "Thanks for the warmth, for your cotton cloak,
thanks for building a bridge I've been burning to smoke."
Oh, I'm put up with.
I'm given the time of day and lollipops --
gentle warnings from the cops.
I live on credit from a Christian bank and they ain't checking up
on my shaky balance.
As my dark blacks bleed blood red,
how I wish I was dead
in the back of my head --
if the dead could still whine and eat CheetosTM in bed.
Halfway through the valley of tears
My heart is broken, my will is frozen,
my mind stood stuttering in fear,
so I cried out for rescue:
LORD BE MY LIGHT
DARK IS THE NIGHT
DARK ARE THE TIMES
LORD I'M IN STRAITS
THIS CANDLE FLAME
CAN'T KEEP ON SHINING.
Shame.
Shame is an owl with a mouse stuck in its beak --
It can't speak, it just looks wide-eyed and says,
"Who am I to defy the order that ordered my vertebrae?"
But though my wings tremble
yet will I trouble
the ocean of air
with an upflung prayer --
truth-or-dare with a Spirit that plays but never plays fair.
