But I must raise them higher than
If I hold my hands high enough
The pastor might look at me fondly
Men and women cry wired tears
With smiles on their faces
Frozen under my parents gaze,
I will myself to do the same
Please just look at me with love in your eyes
Without my church clothes on
Please just love me the way I am
Why must I scrub off my skin for you
How can you follow the one who condemns your son
I stand right in front of you but you won't see me
God said he'd love me if my family can't
"Cleanse yourself and you will be healed"
But I was born with rotten flesh
I've futilely searched for
He sent me to crawl on wounded knee
Promising the agony will be worth his grace
Scraping my skin over rock and sand
Untill no more blood is left
At last he reveals what I knew all along
I find my answer in death