The warmth of another is death For the man who walks the line A weakened heart and aimless soul When he can’t reign in the eye For what flows through the iris Corrupts the blood throughout Blood infecting heart and mind Spilling forth from the mouth Grant me your armor, God Your wisdom for my eyes My heart is cleansed by your blood Take my heart, soul, strength, and mind Let my mouth speak of thy goodness Let my words tell of your ways And if my heart be vile, Lord Keep silent all my days
