Am I of stone or flesh
to see you slain again
to watch you writhe and bleed

and never once weep?

I always thought
that I would have fought
had I been alive
I would have stayed to the end,
wept at your feet,
and died by your side.

Yet again
they beat you down and tear you limb from limb,
but I keep my peace and my distance.

How can I claim to love you, when here your body lies strewn?
I dwell amongst the pieces and never feel moved.
to grieve as my own, the state of it
and give more than just passive dissent

I swore at the start,
"oh heart of my heart",
we're one and the same
but then I kept You confined,
and clearly defined,
and now I don't feel a thing

yet again, they beat You down
and tear You limb from limb
and we wash our hands then
raise them up in remembrance
"bless You Lord, leave us be, rest in peace"

You're not a memory we celebrate
You're not a martyr that we venerate
and God forgive us if the church forgets

You are not a corpse and we're not a movement
You're alive and we're the flesh You'll wear till the world's end

Resurrect
Resurrect
I feel the weight and worth in all of this
That we are Your embodiment
Resurrect these hearts of stone to beat with Yours again
For greater works as we walk as one in Your likeness
So that men can behold and believe

You are not a corpse and we're not a movement
You're alive and we're the flesh You'll wear till the world's end

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