What is this numbness that pummels us?
The darkness so voluptuous, it’s crumpled us.
We’ve pressed it into the closet,
But know it’s there, if we’re honest.
All covered-up like them Covergirls,
Blemishes hidden with some other pearls.
Glossy and bright, but still rocks.
It’ll return to dust, check your clocks.
Do you see the foolery?
Sin has made a tool of me.
So now I need more,
Then I want less.
What a chore,
What a mess.
Life or death, death of life?
Strife or breath, how to decide?
We can play dress-up,
Make-believe and pretend,
Or admit we’re messed-up,
Find relief and mend.
Christ, come quick,
Praying for recovery,
Praise His grace, it covers thee.