naive

Sleeping At Last

Religion is a breeding ground where the devilââ?¬â?¢s work is deeply found,
with teeth as sharp as cathedral spires, slowly sinking in.

God knows that Iââ?¬â?¢ve been naive, but I think it makes Him proud of me.
Now itââ?¬â?¢s so hard to separate my disappointments from His name.

Because shadows stretch behind the truth,
where stained glass offers broken clues
and fear ties knots and pulls them tight. And it leaves us paralyzed.

But in the end such tired words will rest.
The truth will reroute the narrow things theyââ?¬â?¢ve said.
The marionette strings will lower and untie,
and out of the ashes, love will be realized.

ââ?¬â?¢Cause God knows that weââ?¬â?¢ve been naive
and a bit nearsighted to say the least.
Itââ?¬â?¢s broken glass at childrenââ?¬â?¢s feet that gets swept aside unexpectedly.