Faceless

No body--one of unique parts--
But pieces cut to match the die.
God made love from the you and I.
His image smashed and forced apart.
No beauty. Nothing special now.
And forced to dance Their ugly steps.
Yet tears from human eyes that wept
Trace those six feet. We weave and bow.

Dear God--see what they made of us.
This overtook us. And it's just.
We turned our backs upon your grace.
They caught us. And destroyed Your face.
Yet for Your image hear us plea.
We call You in humility.