Woven Hand - Oil On Panel

The color has left you 
No your colors fall 
For her no one dreams 
I’ve made covenant with my eyes 

All lust lashes out 
When do I blink my love 
Blink on illusion 
On this warm bed of feathers my dove 

Already gone I never heard it come in 
Life not mine to be taken 
My mind not mine to be lost 

I paint them roughly 
I paint them in my sleep 
Ira 
Gula 
Luxuria 
Heavy as their holes are deep 
Roma 
Roma 
Where is my country 
Wholly in his hands 
Worthy in his eye 
You and I 

I paint them roughly 
I paint them in my sleep 
Ira 
Gula 
Luxuria 
Heavy as their holes are deep 

Roma 
Roma 
Where is my country 
Roma 
Roma 
Where is my country 
Yeshua 
Yeshua 
Where you go take me with thee


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