I’m in the desert, in this cave
Hard to believe my life is safe
Yesterday’s victory seems so far away
Feed me.
I watched your glory set on fire
Water consumed, a funeral pyre
For gods built of man’s desire
Feed me.
The wind roared, but you weren’t there
Boulders shook, You’re still nowhere
Your voice a breath of whispered air
Feed me.
There’s not another friend around
All your fans gone underground
Your witness rain on dry-baked ground
Feed me.
God of heaven, earth, and sky
My only thought the question “Why?”
“Prove yourself once more,” I cry.
Feed me.
Past the point where I can take
One more threat, one more mistake
I need food by heaven baked.
Feed me.
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Wow! I wish I had written this one. I was drawn to this because of the title. I love the story this is referring to. Thank the Lord for your talent. Bless Him with it at all times.
