Our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time.
Because are church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed.
But we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on y’all and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach.
Come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever.
We only have what we remember
—Listener
