The oxygen is in my lungs
Diffusing in my blood stream,
Cold, wicked oxygen.
The God of my deliverance
Lives inside my spacious heart,
But my evil wicked blood,
Washes through my body.
Like Hurricane Katrina,
It roars across the city of my head.
Wicked, wicked oxygen.
Causes pride to swell and overflow,
Like the Levis.
Destroying the patience
My Lord helps me to maintain.
Wicked, wicked oxygen
Ties me to this world of sin,
Habitual wrong
This wicked wicked oxygen,
which leads my eyes to see
To see the beauty i've created in me
Trusting in in my eyes and not in faith alone
If seeing is believing then the truth is drowned,
Drowned in the yeast
Left out of communion bread.
The body of my Lord,
The blood of my Lord.
Where has the oxygen gone?
For a second i am without,
I am perfect in the LIFE.
Under the protection of His house.
The strength of the cross
written on my heart,
drawn on my belly,
clasped to my neck,
the foundation of the Church,
resting atop the roof.
How is this possible?
Wicked, wicked oxygen,
my eyes have once more deceived me.
Wicked, wicked oxygen,
which hides my face from death.
How can you so betray me?
Let me go and let me be.
My God, my Lord is waiting for me.
Wicked, wicked oxygen,
Let me go and let me be,
Wicked, wicked oxygen,
Only the Cross can set me free.
Author notes
"The crucifix rises high in the air, perching on the high point of the central turret of the church. The metal is oxidized to a lichen green as it stands alone, so high up as it has for many many years before, like a universal symbol of strong dark iron and ridged protection. Below, much below the top of the turret, stone gargoyles perch, hunched over, with their cracked and chipped claws clutching at their matching pedestals. And their gruesome snarling faces caught forever in stone and time"
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this is really awesome kenz! i really love this poem. well done! my favorite "verse" was:
Wicked, wicked oxygen,
Let me go and let me be,
Wicked, wicked oxygen,
Only the Cross can set me free.
i love that part!
way to go!
~Jen~
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