Cryptic Worship

Do you feel this?
Or is the hate too absolute?
Call it blind justice

Like a church filling with bones
Here the earth is gray and torn
Will you love through unbelief?
Cursed by the brand of sin, is hell my home?
Fall into your hands

You’ll find me floating from the dirt
Flowers filling my head
I am the ember in your mouth
Flaming hollow language

Can you hear me?
Or does the hate rot deep in your bones? (Get up!)
Tie the rope, drop in

Has the faith betrayed the love?
Are we bound for dying out?
Will you love me all the same?
Falling into your hands, there’s no love lost
Fall into your hands

You’ll find me floating from the dirt
Flowers filling my head
I am the ember in your mouth
Flaming hollow language

Flowers filling my head
I am the ember in your mouth
Burning holes in your tongue