Fractions of Flesh

I’ve worn the mask of a hypocrite’s shame,

Dug my nails into the fault line, screaming His name.

The scars on my hands, the blood in the soil—

I am the wreckage, wrapped in turmoil.

My bones are weak; my breath runs thin,

Yet His name resounds beneath my skin.

Through every fracture, the light still bleeds—

The hands that held the nails now carry me.

I'm the ashes of what I was,

A life of ruin, graced by blood.

You can't erase what's carved in me,

His name remains, eternally!

I fed the beast, let it feast on my soul,

Dug graves for others while losing control.

But even as my darkness swelled,

His truth remained; my pride, it fell.

The mirror cracked with my hollowed gaze,

A lifeless man trapped in sin's maze.

Yet, from the dust, He called me by name—

Unmistakable, relentless flame.

Fall, fractions of flesh! (Let the old thing die!)

Rise, spirit of fire! (Breath of life inside!)

Break, chains of the past! (Redemption is won!)

See, heaven descend! (Where the ruined run!)

I'm the ashes of what I was,

A life of ruin, graced by blood.

You can't erase what's carved in me,

His name remains, eternally!

The soil is soaked in tears of blood,

But where death reigned, His mercy stood.

A hollow man with a soul set free,

My scars now sing of His victory.