See how at last the morning sun breaks through above the plains
Shining in it’s glory conquering the nighttime’s gains.
The eerie glow of moonlight has turned back and hides it’s face
While darkness once triumphant now retreats to coming day.
The wind is whispering afresh a promise once again
While swaying to unspoken rhythms trees echo the same:
We all know that the night is long and day seems far away
While falling prey to fantasies we fear it will not change
But every morning as the birds lift up a song in praise
And clouds reflect the light of stars millennia away
We understand the grace that promises each brand new day
Will last until the King of Kings commands the stars to rain.
So close your eyes and breath it in embrace the starlit gaze
Lift up your voice with nature’s chorus; sing a new refrain!
The chaos of the world may spin in never ending games
But see the ocean, smell a rose, we need not live in chains.
Show me the heart that is hurting
And bring to me all those in pain
For there is a promise assuring
That life need not always remain
In cycles of sin and despairing
In tears at the depth of your shame
But rather there’s hope for the morning,
In Grace that is falling like rain.
Tell me the sorrows you’re keeping
The deeds that you’ve hidden away
Give me your burdens unsparing
It matters not how much they weigh
For my arms will comfort your weeping
I’ll stand in the breach with my strength
I’ll lend you an ear when you’re speaking
And hold you when fear calls your name.
So show me the heart that is hurting
And bring to me all those in pain
For my love’s a fire still burning
And my love is calling your name.
Lift up your eyes all you who are broken
The light in the sky is revealing a token
Forgiveness is nigh to all those downtrodden
While grace is the prize from the Kingdom of Heaven
Singers, and poets, minstrel’s and friends
Composing those choruses loved by all men
Lift up your voices and sing once again
For Jesus our Savior born in Bethlehem.
For songs by the thousands could never express
The gratitude felt by those heavenly blessed
For ‘way in a manger with straw for a throne
The God of the Universe makes His abode.
Oh the soul’s long self-dismay
From the guilt and bitter shame
With lifted eyes toward the cross
And to Him who paid the cost
Feel forgiveness by the name
Jesus Christ the Lord has saved
And redeemed you from your chains
Lifted dead men from their graves-
So rest eternal in His care
Grace unmerited is there.
Awesome, mighty, just and kind
King of Kings, God of my life.
Ah burdened sinner come at last and rest your head
Christ has redeemed your broken soul with His bloodshed
That which was dead in you has been made well again
For heaven’s only perfect Son of God died in your stead.
Ah fearful vengeance hasting toward this mortal soul
thrusting heinous worries forward as if silent deadly swords
except me from, I ask of thee, that long awaited fate
deny me not my last request before it is too late.
Those nobles’ visage on display in purple splendor be
naught but remnants of the life once evidenced in me
alas though as a fearful terror of night brought into day
they in becoming what I’ve not now mock me in disdain
So cast me out upon the seas of dark and deadly waves
leave my soul to wander lest I plague those who’ll remain
Scorn my presence from afar, denounce me while I roam
Forms and figures once called friends set watch over your homes
This last identity I find remorsefully inside
for twas the one which I had fought until it snared my life
I’d ask for your forgiveness as the storms come rolling in
but diseases from such noxious traits deserve the end their given
So as this guilty sinner spreads his thoughts upon the seas
I know that there is nothing more that men can do for me.
Fearful vengeance swift and true make haste to find your mark
allow me to abide no more with black and calloused heart.
Vindicate the world which has so long held scorn for me
and curse me with the plagues which fester in visceral fury
Curse the heart which curses God and punish what remains
for life’s existence bodes eternal evidence of shame.
And as these words escape my soul in ranks upon the page
I now attempt to stay their flow lest secrets held escape
diligent reader ascertain the fiction and the prose
And through the light of truth discern what iron pen composed
End this abhorred nightmare bliss of eloquence disclosed.