My God

Her blood runs pink
like her watered down
truths
taking up arms
she marches back and forth
more like pacing
more like waiting
more like anything else
then a fight
then a chance
a shot rings out
not from her hand
she stops unsteady
He says "It is I"
and she's too tired
too unafraid
too disappointed
to want to be alone
so she gives in
and He attacks
holding her close
wiping away the bad things
like The Father He is
promises her Heaven
if she'd believe

I believe
My salvation has come