Ashes to Ashes

Out of the ashes I rise,
slow, cold, stench,
the marks engraved deep within my skin,
scorched from the outside,
my soul still wins.

Turning, whirling, screeching,
I rise,
Up, up, up, I rise,
my spirit wincing at the pain.
The wind blows,
Still I rise.

Out of the darkness a form,
correction:
Out of the light a form,
so bright and sure,
This light glides towards me.
Pain, scorching heat, disappears;
I look and behold,
Still I rise.

Nail pierced hands,
spear pierced side,
holes in his feet...
Still he glows.
Brighter than the sun,
yet soothing to the eyes,
still I rise.

Peace floods my soul,
my spirit is in sync as yet...
I rise.

Out of the ashes I rise,
Into Salvation, I rise.
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