Faith - Young Jesus

How a faith becomes profound

A lake lifts from the ground

Find the demon and dove both share

In the evening you dress with care

Now the desert breaks you down

And from the sweat and drought

Comes the feeling you’re not quite there

Kiss the god of salt and air

What it eats and what it shows

What progresses and what can pose

Just like a ghost in ghost-like clothes

The eager monsters fear their souls

Will come forth naked and all alone

Will come forth crying and tell the whole

Of their starvation

Of love not shown

Of ghosts created

And turned to gold

That’s how we live

Between pain and hopelessness

But if our monsters could hold our souls

They might tell of love, of holes

That we all carry

That we are reflected in

Imperfection never leaves

And the pain you feel you’ll always feel a bit

But in the moment

Of knowing what we’ve known

Of seeing every ghost

And giving it a home

We just might grow

We just might grow

We just might grow

We just might grow

We just might grow

We just might grow

We just might grow

We just might grow