i can feel the blood
i can feel the pulse pumping slow
i feel agony
i can feel the ache in the flow
i give my little
i cry your fear
i love you His hope
His hope meets us here
spyglass guards the entrance to my soul
strongest of prescriptions
gives me perfect x-ray vision
it mirrors wounds like they're my own
cuts so harsh they beg contrition
i give my little
i cry your fear
i love you His hope
His hope meets us here
my shoulders so narrow
Your hung arms so wide
Your cross I can't carry
You hold me up inside
uphold this universe:
the gravity
of empathy inside
the fraction of your frightened i can claim
so potent in my heart; can't compare to where you are
but each emotion's height He can contain;
sorrows borne and killed in His scars
i give my little
i cry your fear
i love you His hope
His hope meets us here
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