Have you ever seen eyes that speak sermons.
Respirations that birth holy spirits.
With those kind of eyelids that are like curtains,
Blocking out sunlight that flowers cherish.

Let me be that cozy sunday morning.
Fill you up with that kind of jesus love,
Or better yet a wine sky thats pouring.
Have you ever seen a fluorescent dove?

With wings that can amend broken spirits.
Let me take a shortcut to your split heart,
Forks in the road, did love ever exist
Or were cathedrals a myth from the start?

Will you ever return to the altar?
Because lights not the same when its falters.