Soiled to Dust
Soiled flesh till dust.
When the heart has raced,
finally dies to lust.
Kill it within me,
the temple is yours.
Kill it by thee,
no longer mine.
There’ no strength left
To keep beat against the wind.
No more nails to hammer to water.
Kill it within me,
the temple is yours.
Kill it by thee,
no longer mine.
My rage against dust,
spider web against
Tumultuous hurricane.
No lasting thrust.
Kill it by your grace.
Kill it with your victory.
The temple is yours, no longer mine.
Let it be done, or let
it be dust.
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