*blessings*

The eyes of twilight gaze at a candle, Burning under the baluster of a churchyard. Breeze fluctuating its flame softly, White doves of love fluttering their wings And murmuring the words they've ne'er spoken, Under the eaves they unite and praise God Priests of the past preaching salvation- At the red-carpeted pulpit of people. But the lambs sleep under the sea of sin Leviathan stirs in their ears Lo! Heart of man is the art of God And in sculptured minds purity fade Blessings are still there from God Still there- flaming for us But our hearts desire darkness as always O'Come closer to the light, That burning for you and me. Come closer to the light, That melts like a candle.