My monumental failures
Leave me in despair
My heavenly cathedrals
Have disappeared in air
Like a broken sculpture
In the desert, bare,
The sands have covered
My body and my hair
In a degraded culture
Peasants and billionaires
Take extended detours
Around the cross and prayer
Through you alone I am assured
I'll fly when trumpets blare
To you, my Risen Savior,
And meet you in the air.
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