Reduce me to love:
A prayer filled with need,
A longing, a plea
Said through the lips,
Of people with too much on their mind.
The fear, the anxiety, the depression
The deadliest lies
That captivate our minds
They plant, they grow, and they destroy.
These three thieves
Gain access to open vaults,
Stealing the beauty
Of a mosaic stained in scarlet,
Reducing the cross
To a shadow, that no light ever touches.
We, as children, become romanced
Into thinking that these lies somehow hold truth.
These hindrances run in families
And steal generations,
Allowing caskets to remain open.
Reduce me to love.
So that when the thieves come,
We become guards
With protection from God.
Lord. Reduce. Me. To. Love.
