Mt. Zion, my aim!

Dark lips,

Blue hair,

Tattered cloths,

Yet singing Your praise!

Unique,

Rejected,

Outcast,

Called for Your service!

Nothing to lose,

So much to gain,

Mt. Zion is my aim!
© 2005 MMH/MMN

"Good" Friday

Black sky, black sky,

the Son to die.
Crimson tide from the tattered Soul.
Shadow cross, shadow cross,

O, such a loss.
Dark shroud for such a bitter end.

© 2005 MMH/MMN

~ Morria