The blood of the lamb
Runs a flood over our losing town
A serpent has spoiled itself among our hopes
And licks at the blood of the lamb
Our calls mocked in the face of heaven
The moon as red as the blood of our prayer
A devil hunched itself upon our crying child
And toys with the blood of the lamb
The desert has revealed us our true dust
A doubt in faith is choked down in blood
The desert You created, the desert free from comforts
Desires wrested from lamb’s blood
Blood of the lamb colored as black and not as red
Three drops of peace colored as black and not as red
Forgive these wails of ungraciousness, ungraciousness for our own debts
The blood of the lamb is sweeter than our own