in the stillness

the sunset dripped down
its colours
bled
as we sat quite content
on our little
bed
and realized the God who
gives us our
bread
for each new day
and all that is
said
seems meaningless
dead
in light of your mercy:
shed
and bled
for
us
we crawl to your throne
devo-ted
indeb-ted
forgiv-ed
and rest.