Christlover

Every night I pray,
And leave my day-by-day,
Endearing to the sounds of May,
And money in the way.

A widow at her prime,
The judge's case is won,
You don't get it the first time,
But you ask for a second one.

That's what you said to me,
Where good things come in threes,
The flesh that roam the streets,
It's not the bread I seek.

The King of Rock and Roll,
Might've gone and sold his soul,
That's what you'll never do,
Oh there's no price for you.

I shall not bear to cross,
The hand when all was lost,
Rise up from the seas,
Of evil in the trees.

Cause maybe there is Love,
And more than that is seems,
But moons they float above,
Tales of sacrificial means.

Every night I pray,
Forget them all by day,
Lucy's in the sky,
I tried my best to try.

Cause neon lights they fade,
When dawn it comes to shade.

Faith comes to me in randomness,
What miracles that fall on Man,
Cause truth becomes a sad old rule,
A law that people love to bend.

In hate with silence of the hall,
That echoes the caverns of the mind,
Of arrogance and pride stood tall,
And charring of what's left divine

She took the road protesting ya,
And drew the last hallelujah,
Awkwardly the doves they fall,
The day I knew ya.

I don't even think of you that much,
But somehow it breeds a godly touch.
Even more than I think of sunrise in the east,
And the coming of the famine and the beast.

If even there's a war to fight,
And doubtful as to which side is the light,
Parts of my heart,
I already gave away to you.

Son, what can I concur?
When David sings a lovely song,
I think I've finally lost my taste of right from wrong.

Idle thoughts they surely were,
Turned to instinct,
And obedience to God.

You could play for your fur,
Like a river on fire,
But you better be sure,
If you're making God a liar,
Who's the devil snake, babe?
Who's the fuel on fire?
So if you're gonna get made,
Don't be afraid of what you've known.

Repentance to no one or other,
Faithfully yours, oh Christ lover.

P/S: I grew to love the silent night of winter.