Your Turn
One day you’ll be old
One day, still you’ll be crowned
By the fire that crept inside you
And burned your temple
To the ground
One day I’ll rejoice
In joyful noise and sound
At the tearing down of walls
Your anger, rage, and resentment
Raised in a lifetime so bitterly bound
Never once could you look
At the price your Savior paid
For Your life of imperfection
Something you’ve ignored and laid
At the feet of your god
Vengeance, payback, and pain
Good luck when Anger turns
And grabs you by the reigns