O beloved Daughter, hunter, killer
I have been doomed since my first glimpse of you
You, the Lord’s anointed, appointed gun
Born to end the life I won’t surrender.
You are not the first He sent to hunt me
Through the wilderness I grew to hide in
Long have I run, naked on bleeding feet
From Him who walks in the cool of the day
But I heard Him wind his hunting horn,
And set his killer angel on my track
And the weapon He has formed against me
Will not fail to find its mark this time.
Though I keep to the rock that holds no trace
And wade the river that will hold no scent,
And travel by the dark of night to lands
Where nobody can tell me what to do
Still dawn finds you breaking the horizon,
On my back I feel your crosshairs find me
And you pierce this deserter’s heart, crying
Out, the echo of the rifle’s report.
You rise up like a river in the spring
And my levees cannot contain your flood
You fill the minutes of my life and drown
These lungs that sang out only of my self.
What I thought was strength is bleeding out
What I thought was joy is ebbing away
What I thought was life is leaving me now
And I rise and discover what comes next.