I pierced tender light
Sat indignant, watched it bleed
Yet you washed my feet
My heart beat convicts
My mind bows first, then repents
I ran to tell you

If that blue truck
Rolls down this road
I’ll act a fool
To stop its tracks
And draw it near
So I may smudge
That vintage chrome
Funny
Who is the author of love
Holder of the clouds
The Great Physician
On any makeshift contraption I’ll climb
To place my very last dime
On That number on high
This is no bet