(Y)ou cannot receive
What (y)ou're unwilling to bring
Into me I see
Christened by the words
I am
I am pure
I am holy
I am righteous
I am good
I am sweet
I am lovely
It seems so vain
To cry aloud
Yet I rain; I reign
When (y)ou're blind
Is when I shine
Alone in the darkness
Of hardened hearts
My god, there are no walls
(Y)ou cannot receive
What (y)ou're unwilling to bring
Intimacy
I obey the one
(Y)ou can see
The sun shine
As I offer myself
A living sacrafice
Yet (y)ou cannot receive
This offering
Because (y)ou do not will it (y)ourself
And that's the paradox
(Y)ou're too orthodox
To know who I am
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