Redemption

Guilt.
You bad taste in my mouth,
I'll wash you down with a frothy soda pop
Or perhaps a feel-good movie.

It's not my fault.

You creep into my heart like a hot lizard,
snaking your way down to gnaw at the roots of my sensitive pride.

You hot potato - I'll toss you out of me
I can't stand to own you.
My fingers are turning black,
like my motives. Oh, I am indeed a wretch.

Remedy, please, a remedy - anything.

I'll brand you with my initials
You cruel, cruel pet,
This will take the last of my pride.

I walk the halls of the ruin of my heart
And find it an empty tomb.
The things I thought splendid and virtuous about myself -
They're crawling with iniquity.

A prince. He comes to see me?
In this place?
In my place.

Oh, Lord, I'm saved. I'm safe.
My heart is redeemed at last.
All because You could stand to own me.

Meaningless! Meaningless!

If I read for too long,
My eyes grow too wide
Filled up with big words
With big ideas inside

A little blob of jam on too much toast
My thoughts scraped over too much bread
These are the moments I love the most
When the world's just too big for my head

What makes a maker make,
What made my Maker make me?

I can dance with the knowing of not knowing
I can laugh at the formulas for love
And bespectacled old men's equations for infinity
Who think the universe will never be quite universe enough

And all the factors run down my mind
Always sliding comfortably back home to zero.