Cut the Grapevine

Pain rakes the dying leaves
As the ego sheds its' properties.
The walls that secured the frame
I chose them when I heard you call my name
I raised up the patron saints
And they became the ceiling
The room now resonates
With harmonies I just cannot sing

All the work I've done
Leaves no rest - I never pass the test
How much stress can the system hold?
Tell me Jesus what was your body's threshold?

I just cannot tell if I do enough in your name
Oh holy, humbled, murdered One
Did you ever feel like your presence made no difference?

The call seems to ask of me to extend till I deplete
While Mary is asking me
About the plans for my precious life
But I could not withstand
the pressure of that question
I lost my footing in the metaphor of your hand

Paradoxically, the will is a necessity
But you can't will the self to change
It's the wind that works its' way through your veins

I've held dying hands
I've kissed the man I love
And planted a seed on a dark day
But I fear not much love has been felt as a result

If we cut the grapevine
Will there be a fuller life?
Will the death be worthwhile?
As the old skin's breaking
Please don't take away my flame