hallelujah I
came to Wednesday service
sing to me tonight
there’s a burning in my breast
burning down the building
daddy does his best
heavenly release
jealously the hymnals
fly into the streets
candle in my hand
adolescent fingers
dancing in the wax
hallelujah I
am bathed in tender madness
brought up in the light
your believer waits
quiet little sleeper
till the fever breaks
hours in their sight
faces in the wood grain
speak to me tonight
running down his cheek
tears of endless anguish
things he cannot speak
and if God was really there
listening to that man’s prayer
I’m ashamed of all the faith I had in Him
prayers on our lips
following the lines
rigid and unbroken
keeping us in time
keeping us awake
harbinger of light
instrument of Heaven
carry us away
sing to me
sing to me of
love