In a sanctuary built on faith,
She cleaves to his gifts of shells;
In the wilderness she waits
While within the apocalypse swells.

She dances with the wavering glows
Of candle light, entangled by
the tendrils of incensed rose;
The fading stars her hope deny.

His promises her fears and shadows quell
(Were that his lies so easy to dispell.)


I believe
He tells me
He tells me
I am sacred

So this is the place
Prepared for me
The freeway flow above my head
The worlds pass swiftly
and I wait

This life within me
The promise of my place in eternity
He has spoken with the tongue of angels
and I believe

Here, for one and two and half a time
Await the coming
He is the messenger
And I deliver his message to the world
The traffic that roars above my head
Sounds like the rage of a weary dragon

I am the new mother of life
He promises
He promises
I believe
and I wait.