Dialect of Faith

It’s the birth of the child hidden from us all
Hiding from the only northern star
To protect us all
From serving all the wrong gods
Here comes the child made of gold
Travelled from the seven seas
Holy savior
Arriving from her mother’s womb
Giving us a tongue to speak
Under murky waters we wander
With a dialect of faith
We face the many faces that our prism holds
Crystals from our youth
Carved out from our bones
Minerals from our ribs pouring from our bleeding side
Torn to be complete
Crawl down from your mountain
Let us hear your words and be triumphant
Choose your nation
That will serve your ghost
Choose your nation
That will serve your ghost