And You Know It Isn't Christ

I am about to bury this thought
Under the soul planted in the yard
Glare in the snow assuming it shines
There to invoke the spirit inside
That goes
Released from doubt
From this echo
Lingering energy
The call is in the ice
And the pull is in the weather
A voice in the fire
That glows
Unaware when you invite
Who's to say who might
Come inside

Oh Santa
I know it isn't you
That laughter and cold flooded the room
Hosanna for feelings in the dark
Hosannas are from the planet Mars
I offer and gladly sacrifice
To this alter and know it isn't Christ
Which messiah is pulling at your heart
These messiahs are pulling me apart



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Writer(s): Tyler Scurlock
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