Sacred Heart - Scott Kelly

Hands of my beliefs wring on

holding god so free

thirst of my heart drives on

holding the sky to truth

in mask I awoke

I’ve stood by waiting for years now

the beast is my low

my trials left no judge unscarred

the path of my roots brings on

prayer and sight so clean

every time my clouds linger on

I ask god to lead me to light

fear is ours leading on

serpent turns to lead us through night

as we stood receiving

fallen stars and reason and dirt