But God

"**But God**" is a poetry written by Chris Brady in 2009. Black Static and Swerve did the music while Ryan See​wald of Black Static and Swerve did the vocals for the poetry in the album *Dreams Come True* as a bonus track which was re-uploaded on All Grace Outreach's YouTube channel on September 18, 2017.

## Words

### **Poem**

Days begin, bright and clean,

Little is known, most just shown.

We don't remember, maybe none can,

When we first realize something is wrong.

But God...

A confine from which memory cannot serve.

But all of us know it now, though some deny,

The crack, the void, the dark, the wound,

The thorn in the flesh, the plank in the eye.

But God...

Its presence grows, its power expands,

Splitting foundations of rock to sand.

Time assists in its creeping way,

The shadowy hand on our loss of days.

But God...

We mourn too, for our earlier selves,

All the while losing cheer to the truth.

Mirth dies on its edge, bleeding a helpless dirge,

A blight on light, hope, and love.

But God...

The core is black, the pit is deep,

Haunting even children in sleep.

What was beautiful takes a tarnish,

As all things human bear its stamp.

But God...

A cursed people, a fallen race,

From Adam's apple to dust in a grave,

Pinned to the ground, and stapled down,

Held back, restrained, kept in pain.

But God...

The trap is shut, the pincers close,

The prey fights in futile struggle.

But God.

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### **Lyrics**

Days begin, bright and clean.

Little is known, most just shown.

We don't remember-maybe none can-

when we first realized something is wrong.

But, God...

A confine from which memory cannot serve,

but all of us know it now, though some deny:

the crack, the void, the dark, the wound,

the thorn in the flesh, and the plank in the eye.

But, God...

Its presence grows; its power expands,

splitting foundations of rock to sand.

Time assists in its creeping way

The shadowy hand on our loss of days.

But, God...

My heart is torn.

Into sin we've been born.

But, God, You were there picking at the mold,

growing on my soul, when I walked away.

And oh, my God, Your love is so incredible.

You took the death away from me,

though I've betrayed you willingly.

We mourn too for our earlier selves,

all the while losing cheer to the truth.

Mirth dies on its edge, bleeding a helpless dirge,

a blight on light, hope, and love.

But God...

The core is black, the pit is deep,

haunting even children in sleep.

What was beautiful takes a tarnish,

as all things human bear its stamp.

But, God...

My heart is torn.

Into sin we've been born.

But, God, You were there picking at the mold,

growing on my soul, when I walked away.

And oh, my God, Your love is so incredible.

You took the death away from me,

though I've betrayed you willingly.

A cursed people, a fallen race,

from Adam's apple to dust in the grave,

pinned to the ground, stapled down,

held back, restrained, kept in pain.

But God...

The trap is shut. The pincers closed.

The prey fights in futile struggle.

Oo yeah Lord,

You were there picking at the mold,

growing on my soul, when I walked away.

And oh, my God, Your love is so incredible.

You took the death away from me,

though I've betrayed you

But, God,

You were there picking at the mold,

growing on my soul, when I walked away.

And oh, my God... (Your love is so incredible.)

Your love is so incredible. You took the death away from me.