Grace Zombie

I can write with the angels As they gather round, singing holy I can write the songs that maybe millions want to sing But I’m writing you this song, because this is me They’ve mixed your love with abuse Can I even tell a difference Your river, Your fire, your courts I’ve stood in them all I’ve never questioned your goodness But damn, I need you to speak louder than your goodness Watered down, to hot to handle The temperature, like a tornado, in my soul Lucifer stood in your presence I’m not an angel. Even the fallen have seen your face You expect more of me? If you expect more, explain the equation Grace? The math feels wrong Probably why we have an endless sea of song You want more of me? I want more of you Cast down by sin? I’ll rise again I won’t be a grace zombie I want more than to echo holy I want more than someone else’s story I want more than to make believe Believe me, I want more When all others fall I’m left standing No dishonor Maybe I should have allowed myself to be pushed I want more