The Redemption Center: Listening Room

Raise Up the Ghost

J. Stephen Smith/Jesse Sprinkle

 

Hard winds rifle sand across the bleeding sky

Shallow breathing salt on skin burning eyes

 

Dry lips beg for life walk on blistered feet

I see vultures circling in this vicious heat

 

Then you come to me like rivers in the desert

You exhume me

Like water in the wilderness

You consume me

 

Your lips pressed on mine, are now breathing life

Your face eclipsed the sun bring the gentle night

 

Yes you come to me like rivers in the desert

You exhume me

Like water in the wilderness

You consume me

 

Down in the muddy water take my sins away

Raise up the ghost forgotten

Let it be today