And spit out the seeds
Grace and honor and faithfulness
A heavy cloak and one gloved hand
Broken butterflies
And swallow the manna from Heaven
You spread your anger on sharp-edged knives
You stand inside the garden
And bleed the way Christ did
Coughing up your lies
And the love that you refuse
Their colors gold an' blue
A flurry of broken butterflies
Will you ever learn to just forgive?
Cut my skin and make it bleed
They rest their wings snapped in two
The blood that covers me
Nourishes the butterflies
You're a traitor and a thief
And choking on your unplanned words
On their way to certain death
I wish you had what Ruth possessed
And no humility
Tumbling from your mouth
And feast on black cherries
But the blood that flows I cannot hide
Like Pilate in his self righteousness
Will you open your beautiful eyes?
And they are healed and are set free
But then I don't expect that of you
