gracious bells
your prince of peace framed
with bones and nails
keeps you safe
from the faces in the window
but i am not so good at these things
i can't explain
the pictures of belief
lining your walls
and i will never know your father
or his bones
but i am waiting
watching you secure upon your rock
me swimming the sea listening
to your gracious bells
the secret of life
today we discovered
the secret of life
but still can't decide
what's for dinner
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