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But Who Will Save the Savior? (spoken)



I once had these dreams and aspirations that were crushed and stomped out
  by new dreams and aspirations.
All I could think was, "What's the point of dreaming if I'm only to out-dream myself?"
But before I finished dreaming, I dreamed some bigger thing and forgot those
 tired, old dreams all together.
Then time went on and dreams turned to calloused stones and birthed the doubt
 that living wasn’t worth the endless effort.
But despite my growing faithlessness, I still have hope in saviors.
For I’ve been haunted by these demons and graceless fallen angels
- but there’s an antonym for everything, so there must be something beautiful reaching down to drag me out while all these terrors fight to claim my longing soul - at least I think so.
My knees are bleeding from the rocks and falls and there’s dirt beneath my fingernails from how I’ve
  crawled and clawed through the soil to dig my own deep and early grave. 
But Hell still hasn’t claimed me yet and I’m nobody’s slave. 
So I stick my hands inside of my chest and tear out my crying heart and try to nurse it back to life
  and wash away the filth to no avail. 
I can’t save my falling self - I can’t do it; I just fail.
Still I beat against the rocks to try to break the calloused shell; but nothing works.
Instead my hands just start bleeding. 
I'm in need of something because right now I feel defeated.
So I stumble to this churchyard, but find it’s been set fire by the raging flame of apathy.
No one cares to rescue me - for the congregation is too preoccupied with some new social gathering
  to realize that they’re all just dying together - unaware that their shelter is burning down.
I stagger in with my bloody clothes and my iron heart but no one seems to see a problem.
I scream, “I’ve got these dire needs and I need somebody to solve them!”
But no one has an answer or solution to absolve them - they just hug me and say,
“We’re praying for you, son. It’s going to be okay.”
Then, instead of washing off my wounds, they condemn my injured faith and whisper of how 
  far I’ve fallen and sad it is that it’s now a mystery if I’ll be saved.
But I know that answers can be found and heard that mercy never falters.
So I take what pieces I could salvage from the walls of the church’s ashes and neglected altars 
  and tie them together with rope from the flagpole; and use what’s left of the tattered banner 
     as a sail atop the fragile ship that I created. 
Church and state are integrated as I cast my timid vessel to the arms of the raging sea.
For the first time in awhile I believe that I’ll be free again 
- or that I’ll at least die trying to find what my father told me comforts him
Waves beat hard and the wind batters my tiny ship to pieces.
  I scream for help - I scream for Jesus!
Then, out of nowhere, this hand grabs firmly to mine and drags me onto this rock 
  in the middle of the ocean somewhere
There’s still endless commotion everywhere, but I feel at peace despite the violent, vicious storm.
You throw my iron heart to the ocean floor
I watch it sink and break apart and float back up as something pure and innocent.
You act as if I’ve never let you down before - and I swear I never will again 
Now, when I look back on the shipwrecks, I don’t see hurt - I see survival
I feared damnation, but revival sparks a flame that recreates the burned down churches
 and builds walls stronger than the tempest’s spiral
Healing comes in stages. Pain hurts and scars can change us.
My haunts are all on burning pages, but they brought me to whatever shore I’m found today
I’m stronger for the fractures and no shattered legs can keep me from climbing 
  all these mountains that I’ll claim. 
Still, my past is full of sinners and my future’s filled with error, I’m afraid.
But if cells can re-create themselves and forests grow from fallen seeds that should have withered 
  - then I have faith in a forgiver.
Even Jesus Christ himself once prayed for saving
"Let this cup please pass from me!" - it won't
 - but no one saved the savior so the world could one day feel the grace of changing.
Falls are part of living and everyone needs saving.
We're all in need of saving
We're all in need of saving

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