Below zero sits a heart
Beating
Lungs breathing
A corpse
Living
Sun nor rain
Can wake the slumber
Below zero sits a heart
Beating
Lungs breathing
A corpse
Living
Sun nor rain
Can wake the slumber
His body, soon to be broken
My jar, broken for that day
When he pours out His blood for me
So I pour out this fragrance for Him
Preparing Him for Death
While He prepares me for Life
Based on Mark 14:3-9