Leonard sang of Him a broken sailor.
a sheppard in a foreign land long lost.
me a foreigner in my own iced soul.
always stomping on black soften thin ice.
wondering if He and me have thin soles.
and if we were Him would we get thorny crowns.
or would the thorns on our sides be our heads.
He stands there watching for eternity.
the state of my people eternal too?
for bread is not enough we need love too.
will You come to us on earthly matters.
at some point we’ve become judges all here.
the court of man is densely packed with noise.
Leonard sang of Him a broken sailor.
words less spoken 