the red apple

At first glance, devilry will abide
So fears of reverie soothe the eyes
I tremble, knowing who to confide
I call on El Shaddai

I hear him softly speak through my mind
Rid impurity of humankind
With haste, I travel within the night
And ride for
El Shaddai, El Shaddai

Lately, red apples are tasty
They render all my sanity
To the sky
To the utmost high

At first glance, devilry will abide
So fears of reverie soothe the mind
With haste, I travel within the night
And ride for El Shaddai
El Shaddai
El Shaddai