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