Objective Truth

May God be true
And every man a liar.
We see in part and move,
But His way is higher.

We cling to the selfmade sin
Skewing our ability to see;
Let The Sinless One
Ever blessed be.

If I never carry another flag,
If I never speak another word,
If I’m thrown on the refuse
With the proud and absurd

If I die a thousand silent deaths
And pass from the realm of men
Into eternal punishment,
It fits the perpetual sin

Stained by the grief of the repetition,
The dysfunction, the mangled twists-
My failure to achieve the standard
Cannot negate He exists.

I wash my hands as Pilate.
I withdraw into my pains
While outside this faithless space
The King Eternal reigns.