My Salvation Poem by Mark Heathcote

I can't promise my soul will see the light
It's like a hollowed-out bone
I'm not sure my soul will ever travel home
Not while my heart is black as night

Not now my heart is like chewed up ebony dog stick
Hard and heavy with the weight of a sinking brick
Thrown, threw, through a church window
I can't promise you, my soul
Or that I will ever see the light of home.
A palace or walk with you in a sacred garden.

Not when every day is just another night
Spent trying to redeem something,
Someone lost, who believes in wrong and right,
But after all these struggles, still—I am not nearly right.

I can't promise you my salvation
Or anymore arresting, decreasing faith,
Then if all the stars fell from the sky,
Just to draw closer to you
Because I promised you, you would still be mine.

And, one day I would be saved.
Oh, my old-duplicitous enemy, friend, and lover.
I can't promise you my soul will see the light
I can't promise you, I won't drown.

I can't promise you the stars
As they already yours
Oh, I've been consumed by too much my lover
I can't absorb anymore…

Not while my heart is black as night
I can't promise you my salvation
I can't promise you my soul will ever see the light
I can't promise you, I won't drown.

I can't promise you my salvation
Or anymore arresting, decreasing faith
Then if all the stars fell from the sky,
Just to draw closer to you.
Because I promised you, you would still be mine.

Hand on my heart, I'm yours but how it grows dark
Hand on heart, I'm yours but how it grows dark
Oh, I've been consumed by too much evil my lover
Oh, I can't consume anymore my lover
I can't absorb any more salvation, my redeemer, my lover.