Tribulation Hymn - Parker Millsap

It was just like the lightning

That flashes East to West

Just like an oncoming storm

It was just like a coffin

The hollow in my chest

Just like the bible

Just like I’d been warned

I was tending the garden

Pulling up the weeds

Trying to bear righteous fruit

But a man’s fertile soil

Where Satan sows his seed

He will plow up your garden

And plant a poison root

He came for my sister

She walked the narrow trail

She’d follow wherever he’d lead

But I took the highway

I faltered and I fell

He came for my sister

But he did not come for me

Now I kneel at the altar

A church of vacant pews

In the rafters a chorus of crows

They sing like a hymnal of rusted organ tunes

They sing like the broken heart of one who knows