low light

Lungs be ready

Sight unsteady 

Realize that light lays low on days of sorrow.  

The reality is, that reality is, a farce without Christ.  

Smoke this city with sounds of the alter. 

Rain down upon us, oh strong Spirit of salvations thunder.

Bring your power upon this wasted sand.

these souls feed upon venomous lies.

Bring your truth to this broken land.