As sin shames the day
As redemption sounds in the distance like a bell on a hill
Zion awaits
Pain is our eldest currency
lining the pockets of endless hearts:
The love I wanted...
The anger I bore...
Still,
the Name I called while underneath,
crawling and bawling and bawling and crawling
as worries flooded the night
and sin shamed the day
and redemption sounded in the distance,
is in Zion.
And Zion awaits.
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