Squandering God's gifts to me

 Earth speak to me
So that I might listen
All of the paths 
that i've missed

Huggin taps my head with his beak
I walk evenly that he keeps balance
Over this earth truths are scattered
I pick up each one I am able to

Odin offers me the bloodstained spear
Christ his bloodstained nails
The iron inside the steel
inside the blood

The iron in the ground I walk
The chaos of the wilderness
The healthy soil of the holy
All of the paths I've missed

The grin of the mountain
The raucous cry of Huggin
Odin't wail
christ's last sigh

Have I taken for granted all you have delivered me?
No, I am thankful in the plight of ridding foolishness
I lost that magic that came from faith
I must retrieve these gifts you have bestowed