Wooden Halo from Slow Medicine by Laura Anne Reitzel

May my lips be honestly
Employed in what they sing
May may hands be well assured
That they are wholly yours.

And on that day when all around,
I’ll lay my wooden halo down.

May my eyes seek what is real
Not blinded by the way I feel.
Cause despite my lacking warmth
I know I haven’t left your arms.

And on that day when all around
I’ll lay my wooden Halo down.

Ohhhs

May I rest my circlet brown
Next to your great thorny crown.
Once beheld a mockery
I too am such a twisted thing.
and on that day when all around
We’ll dance on grace filled flower mound.
Hallelujah will resound
Throwing all our treasures down.

Oohhhh.

• Acousic
• Acoustic
• chill
• female
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Colorado Springs