As I paint with a scarlet brush
I receive a call
In the earphone on my head
From King Saul
Samson the Philistines are upon you
One and all

As I paint with a scarlet brush
A scarlet mark
And Jesus calls from beyond my ears
From amongst the larkspur
I stop and sit to mark what’s said
In a patterned verse of tears

As I paint with a scarlet brush
I hear so many stations
Like broken eggs inside a cup
Where I hear your voice speak out
From amongst the little yellow chicks
That run about

As I paint with a scarlet brush
My motherboard
I hear the cracking gold and diamond scream
Of St Paul
And from the bible come many sounds
Like a beavers scraping claws

As I paint with a scarlet brush
A bad egg full of tears
I answer the call you send home to me
With universal gears
And my heart pedals furiously
Holding many tactile spears