You were my Body.
You call this a Body?
Let me set the scene, eighteen, working for village, keen
Following footsteps paved for me, holy matrimony eventually I would see
Many would be wolves, few would prove as sheep, not Bo Peep
Our ties weren’t little, yeah they were deep, at least to me
Words mean much and my words are what I mean, we said “family”
Let yes be yes, let no by no, yes I said “yes,” I meant “yes” I said so
I guess you meant “no,” “I do” mean “I don’t”
Enter trust issues through stained church window
Confession slow, when truth comes to show
You act like it don’t stink, gasp because of a word
When it is the deed that really reek
Conversations in the dark smell the same in light to me, let me be
Ua sau le magogi / The smell has come
To keep being honest, I know we are fallen
Humans make mistakes, imperfection is more common
With that being said, what about the Head
Arms, feet move one way, right, left hand, the leg
Oh Christ, Brother, God, Friend, I’m dead
You claim to be protection when Your body cut and kill
Is this a sick lesson of how You’re faithful still?
Letting the faithful few be the ones on Calvary’s Hill
Is that the deal, is that the bill, how do you really feel?
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi /
Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world
Do you like going to church? Yeah.
Do you trust people there? Mmhm.
Really? Like a lot? Yeah... okay.
Regenerit, talk to them.
This pain is too deep, heart is hardened can’t even weep
I’m feeling weak, all this week I’ve been contemplating if I should leave
Leaf that’s far from the tree, leaping out of the keep
I’m on lock with no keys, when will I be released
From this prison of pain, I’m stained with the blood of this beef
Life’s a butcher that’s chopped me to pieces, I got no peace
Feeling like I’m deceased, caught a disease of this bitterness
Wretched thoughts will not cease
Someone call the police, I’ve been robbed of my joy
And God garments torn and I need to be made whole from this hole in my soul
From those that’s Your sheep
Are those even sheep?
All these trust issues flew through the window
This is Your house, its filled with sheep and wolves
Yet my body is a temple, and Your church a Body too
Help us make it through a broken “hallelu”
Rightfully so I go slow with my trust
Testing the spirit and swerving fake love
But even after pain, I’m coming back to You
For You are good.
Hallelujah.
Go to church.
At the end of it all
I’m coming back to You.
Available everywhere digitally. Thank you Regenerit and Shino B. Smoove for making music with me.
Music and Lyrics: Christiana Galeaʻi
Music: Shino B. Smoove Lyrics: Regenerit
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