Dear Wrinkled Face Greg Brown

Dear wrinkled face
Oh, lover friend
Best enemy
I love your hands
That whole fine mind
Every place
I find myself
Dear wrinkled face

Such midnight love
On this cross hung
Would have scared us
When we were young
Our sweat flows down
Along this trace
The way is steep
Dear wrinkled face

Why should we fear
To say God's name?
We are from here
And go as we came
We're part of all
This terror and grace
Give me a kiss
Dear wrinkled face