Burning horizons; eyesight is tested
The sadness of it all, forever lasting
Difficult lines of thinking clearly
When such a waste, a sight is casting

My tear stained cheeks glisten
In the daylight of false hopes
Wishing to wake from this nightmare
It is amazing how our God copes

The gloom of heartache sinking
Becoming a pit of passion lost
I have no hope to hang upon
To the edge I spare no cost

The light of peace, does shine on
And if my shadow does appear
I take that as my promise sure
And know that I have ‘naught to fear


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