#4 – Cinderous Heart aka Mr. Kiln


You are the rosebuds of Golgotha
Thorns stripped away for a crown
I offer them as homage to the king
He’s crying out to the sky, but at us, he smiles down

I am the curtains of the upper room
Torn apart during an earthquake
You fold and entomb me with a carpenter
He held me because I begged, we are risen like bread.

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