There, out in the darkness, This fugitive running , fallen from Man. Fallen from grace. You are my sentinel, silent and sure, keeping watch in the night. Keeping watch in our nights. You know the course and the aim, You know the pain and our shame. Yet in your season you returns, lighting our way For when you fall while the comfortable fell, You burn brighter In flames ! And so it has been and so it is written. That the doorways to paradise, Are open to those who falters, And those who falls, who rises even where theres no light ! LORD let me find them, so I may see them Burn in you bright ! I will never rest, till then this I swear This I swear even as no one cares !
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 04:19:11 +0000