Good Things Worthy

She's been licking raindrops from windows again
trying to taste the honey-sweet life-giving water
in the rain that falls down from God's house,
the rain that falls down and fills up our mouths.

If we were kings like the ones that we pretend to be
with scissor scepters and fire in our eyes,
would we do good things worthy of white wings,
but really, what good men ever stay dead?
When the rains that fall down from God's house
wash away what remains of our tireless doubt.

What secret words would win you?
What secret words would claim your love?
Because I am just as cruel as the ones who pushed the nails through.

Although you and I will wander wide
with stalwart strides, no place to lie,
our hearts still beg to be unbroken.
Like smoking guns, the tears will run,
but He wastes not one, no not one,
is that kind of love so soon forgotten?