Add the flour of infirmity,
Anoint me with the oil of sorrow.
Pummel me with your fists,
Pound out your frustrations on my flesh.
Turn up the heat of your accusations,
Burn me with your passions, the self that fires your actions.
I will rise,
Tower above you,
Tear my flesh to feed a starving world.
You will eat,
To live again.
Let glory rise on wings of dawn,
let hope stand tall when strength is gone,
let love prevail and laugh at death,
let beauty bloom on frozen breath.