As Holy As All Thy Faithful Poem by Nicholas Neato

These eyes have seen a lot
That lots been pretty shifty
Crawled from town to town
Fell from city to city
Seen those fireworks
Seen them bombs
Seen the cross he died upon
Have you seen these bloody palms
Keep those hands in your pocket, boy
Thats the holiest of places to be
Pray they don't place your face in a locket
Hung tight around necks for everyone to see
All this done with such surgical proceeder
All this done with a need to feed
I was never one to follow, so from here I'll lead
Follow me, down faith's lushes stream
To a garden where beauty grows like weeds
Blooming flowers in colors we lost long ago
Sounds of the ocean to sing us to sleep
A place to make even the most faithful willow weep
But a tear in this place only falls and fills the stream of faith
Make that stream a little wider, go ahead and make it deep
This place is to be found, it's for everyone to keep