Worship

Sometimes i forget my name

And plunge into a world

Of sin and symbol

Their innocent frame

Condemns me

And i am left

Without

On other days

I sing to god

To jesus and his blood

And feel bereft

Of all the sin

That the good lord

Lives within

How i raise my daily voice

Depends on something deep

The want and will

Of all my soul

The epitaph to my day

 

We worship what we know not

And worship still is sane

For in the heart there lies a pane

A mirror of the man

Its fulling sense

A mystery

Its sacrosance

Impenetrable

 

Here are my arms

My legs my voice

My flesh with all its deeds

Here are my hopes

The shattered ones

To blood and god and me