Efficacy - Byzantine

This world has whittled away my goodness

A graying bitter man displayed

An angel, 10 yrs old, repentant

A half dead heretic

Embers of images playing through the Church’s halls

A mind so full of hymns and lessons from the basement

The Holy Eucharist dissolved upon innocent tongues

Eternal backslide, I’ve lost my way

Here I am, a lamb defaced

Lost in the world of fables

The nearer to the pew

The further from the Son and the light

In times of woe you cease to be

The rock for me to stand upon

Drowning in the siren’s song for me

Never touch the face of love again

~ Rohrbough~

In times of woe you cease to be

The rock for me to stand upon

Drowning in the tide that washes me

Swaying lifeless to and fro

Come to me now, why so afraid?

Your faith was tossed away

Like branches withering and gathered for the burn

Now we come face to face, my son, the trembling apostate

This jealous God will show you what remains

I am the dumping ground of dreams unplanted in the soul

A lantern left behind you stumble through the night

A life of broken dreams, I tear upon delicate seams

Eternal backslider you’ve paved your way