the Blessed Beauty

the soul is limitless
living bliss living legend
living in the midst of murders, thieves, and peasants
dreams and forgotten hopes decay in the hole
the dungeon too foul pain impossible to hold
the last in society the first to see the light
a living song of God yet He was tortured through His life
these cowards dragged Him down to the lowest place
below disgrace and beneath the lowest eyes
just to turn around and bow before Him when we die
they chained His neck, shackles on His ankles
the fetters left scars time could never fully whether
still the Blessed Beauty, still limitlessly above
any humble expression of fervent undying love
dying of choke lungs die to walk upon the dirt
that was touched by His foot so i'm dying to prove my worth


..........touched by His foot, yeah i'm dying to prove my worth