In the healthy infant and stillborne
It makes God sad, such angry days
For the God I am cannot look away
I try, I do, but can't for long
Bear the ways of his daughters/sons
To sense the truth of unity
Is to see, the you in me
So when I pledge with ill intentions
Its me whose needing intervention
Although I feel above the rest
I cant ignore this pain in chest
His love is vast, and thus mine too
I love you god, your trusty blue
servant.. yes I serve you now
Through bitter pain and terrible trial
I'll walk upon these wounding coals
If it redeems a single soul
I'll plunge into the oceans depth
And make it out to be my death
My soul is broad, its vision deep
I thank you lord for lucid sleep..
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