The Missing Wife - Showbread

The Missing Wife - Showbread
Should you hurt yourself or simply sleep
I shall collect myself after I weep
And garb myself in ocean blue
With no method of goodbye for you
Should the marsh render a crane to cry
And should the sea suspend her gulls to fly
I'll lend myself unto their wings
And hear the voice of Jesus sing
No wish for she whose whimsy does soar
No wish to sleep forever more
No eye shadow as thick as paint
No pigment pleads unto the faint
Forgiveness like a blanket
Of snow whispers like the wind does blow
Beckoning unto the deep offering unto the meek
And there you lay in Jesus' hands
Resting there beside the lamb
There will not be a circular piece
To drive into a square shaped keep
No hands to hold within my own
No second soul inside our home
We'll walk beside the crystal sea
Myself for my love and my love for me