When he told us we couldn't take
Our heads to heaven with us
But only our naked hearts and deeds
That even our brilliant ideas luggage
We would have to leave behind
I suddenly felt foolish and afraid
Lifting my heart from my chest
Throwing the dice of my deeds on the table
It was then he said you would come
Plunging my hand in your side
So I knew I was truly dead
And though still no angel
Could sit with you and eat
All your food of love I was able
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