You arrive, arise – in spite of world’s dust and grime
Your face shines.
revealing all brown blurriness to be
what it is really, smudge on a child’s cheek
without capacity to extinguish life’s
fire, joy and spring.
And I know that there is truth buried here,
there is more than meets these tired eyes
that wrestle long against tireless lies.
What is beyond –
this hour this page,
strife that threatens to wear life away?
Will there be a song to strip off cold care-less grave
sung by the One with whom sorrow did deeply acquaint,
that impoverished soul ad-hearing, in a moment -
becomes a saint?
love becomes thy refuge, faith the only road for
straggling prodigals making way to the Father's home.
i hold on in spite of what most will not want to understand
I can hold on to nothing but God.
revealing all brown blurriness to be
what it is really, smudge on a child’s cheek
without capacity to extinguish life’s
fire, joy and spring.
And I know that there is truth buried here,
there is more than meets these tired eyes
that wrestle long against tireless lies.
What is beyond –
this hour this page,
strife that threatens to wear life away?
Will there be a song to strip off cold care-less grave
sung by the One with whom sorrow did deeply acquaint,
that impoverished soul ad-hearing, in a moment -
becomes a saint?
love becomes thy refuge, faith the only road for
straggling prodigals making way to the Father's home.
i hold on in spite of what most will not want to understand
I can hold on to nothing but God.
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