Gold in Her Halo, Rust in Her Hands

She walks in prayers made of gold leaf
Tongue like silk and eyes that preach
Every word a woven chain
Wrapped around the ones who kneel

She lights her name in quiet fire
Every smile is built to hire
Hands so clean
They never touch
But everything burns just enough

Gold in her halo
Rust in her hands
Hearts for sale
In promised lands
She sings of peace
But hums demand

She never steals
She collects
She never lies
She reflects
Even mercy pays the rent

She feeds the poor to feed her name
Painted saints to hide the flame

And when your roof starts leaking faith
She'll bless the hole and take the rain
When love runs dry, she'll sell the drought
And call it grace you can't live without

Gold in her halo
Rust in her hands
Walls of praise
Built on sand
The louder she smiles
The smaller we stand

Gold in her halo
Rust in her hands
Hearts for sale
In promised lands
She sings of peace
But hums demand