Getting Up With The Bruise

lent is
in my pocket
and I reflect
on the season
God, it's been so long
since you seen me and
I'm here
kneeling alone
against the power of the throne

can't live by bread alone
so
I got a
hungry heart
a full mind
and the blues
'keep running from the destiny you call me to
looking for myself in
other reflections
not withstanding direction
without a dollar to my name

Wondering
Can you heal these blues?
Gut bucket blues
the kind that keeps you on your knees
getting up with the bruise

Can't love just bread alone
because it don't love you back
Got twenty eight dollars,
a dream
and faith
the art of persuasion

Stressed and blessed
with
a hungry heart
and a full mind

Been cooked
and hooked
crooked
on forbidden flavors
wondering if there truly is rest from my labors
wanting that thing
clandestine and far away
Can I be filled?

But the heavy heart is strong willed
that's why it sinks
it needs not dine
on fine wares
and wine
wondering if humanity is a crime
There is a resurgence of urgency
that we
us
you
me
have been set free
from
Gut bucket blues
the kind that keeps you on your knees
getting up with the bruise

The world breaks your bread
but God keeps on breaking
with Him less is more
be strong of courage
for he is your lily in the valley
of your darkest dream
and he makes you to lie in cool greens
He takes little, and makes it great
the dim dream bright
the hard whisper heard
just breathe
and meditate
on His word

He will heal your blues
Gut bucket blues
the kind that keeps you on your knees
getting up with the bruise