I missed a spot shaving
My face reminds me that
I've missed a lot of saving
Grace as well. But it is well
With my soul. Wth my soul
Echoes in my head like boys chasing girls
Across the bass cleft of that famous hymn,
But I think that it was HIM
Who chased me through the ages,
I've read about Him through the pages
Of the Bible looking for revival.
I'm bleeding from the neck; from a knick. I feel a drip
Of my warm mortality as the cold reality
Runs red like God's quotations
On my throat that still needs saving
Because I'm wretched and I'm dying
And I just cut myself shaving
