I came not as a person but, as a position
Something to be mocked, bent, and broken
I came in a beautiful box built of limitations
Cased in the radiance of ignorance
How long could it be, that you would take to claim me?
Am I not worthy to stand beside you, but beneath you I wait?
The view from your eyes is warped
Greedy imperfections plague the clean slate
What a state we are in…
I came offering the very hands of grace
You wore the faults of my youth
I begged you to grasp my hands
You could never hold on, why is that?
Did I not offer you all that I am?
Today I came alone
Sanctification met me at your fall
All that I am, is all that we are
Goodbye dear friend it’s been warmth beside your bed
I shall always miss that which you dread
In time I came new
I came anew without you