The Ballad of St. Augustine - Disciple

The air is leaving here

It’s getting hard to breathe, I’m choking

The fracture was innocent

A miniature compromise that exploded

Inside my atmosphere

And now the paradigm is shifting

A good man was living here

Virtuous evidence has all but disappeared

Right was wrong when wrong went right

I’m fading

Black has turned to gray inside

And I know that I need saving, can You save me?

Take me away to where You are

Cause I won’t leave without it Involuntary fast

The bread that never lasts, I’m starving

Sanity shackled here

The key is in my hand, but I’m frozen

Revelation sings

Justice delivery is blinding

My death is imminent

I’d rather die with You than utterly alone

Welcome back my innocence

How I have so longed to see your face again

Overwhelmed I say goodbye

As the pages turn I say goodbye

Passing by the end of my life

Pages turn, memories burning away

Ashes celebrate

You’re washing me, consuming me As I’m falling on Your sword

You’re washing me, branding me with grace

Innocence reborn

Psalm 51:1−17;

Psalm 32:1−7