With An Ordinance Of Grace

With an ordinance of grace, I want to die. Drop like a lemon, too heavy for the sky. I want to have every pip squeezed dry. I've given everything before I die. With an ordinance of grace, I want to testify. I want your love to kill me. Make me cry. Show me at my lowest; I still swing high! Reaching upward, Lord, let me espy. With an ordinance of grace, I can still fly. Join those ephemeral things like butterflies. That has two lives that cocoon and solidify. With such beauty, I cannot quantify With an ordinance of grace, I want to detoxify. Put all my sins behind me and glorify How I survived like some ancient Samurai I lived with honour and died. Lord, I am gratified. With an ordinance of grace, I too was crucified. I thank you, Lord, even though I am a little dissatisfied. No hurt or love was ever classified. Nothing was ever oversimplified.