In moments dear, our spirits soar,
With faith so strong, we seek no more.
The light of Christ, our guiding star,
Our struggle’s thief, we travel far.

We remember His abundant grace,
Through every joy, in every face.
His love is boundless, pure delight,
It casts away the slightest blight.

But in the lows, where crags run deep,
Hearts may falter; eyes may weep.
Despair and sorrow cloud our way,
And the light within us goes astray.

We question faith and feel alone,
In silent prayers, our feelings known.
In spite of this, His love remains,
Through the cross, he bore all pains.

Through highs and lows, our faith is tried,
In every tear, in every stride.
With the light of God, we find our way,
His grace secures us, come what may.

In Christ, we find our hope anew,
His love alight, guides us through.
In every trial, we grow in grace,
Until we meet Him face to face.

Latin is dead
Dead as can be,
First it killed the Romans
Now it’s killing me.

In the silent hours of night,
When tears fall softly out of sight,
I ponder love and life’s great loss.
What are the odds, beneath His cross?

A heart that once beat close to mine,
Now rests in peace, in God’s design.
The pain is sharp, the grief assured,
What are the odds of what I heard?

In every tear, I feel his grace,
What are the odds, in this dark place?
He holds me close, through every storm,
His presence real, His love so warm.

The echoes of your voice are sweet,
Now memories my heart will keep,
What are the odds that through this pain,
I find God’s love, and in loss, gain?

Through valleys deep, and shadows long,
In whispered prayers, He hears my song.
What are the odds, in my grief,
I find His peace, my soul’s relief?

I know you’re gone but your spirit stays,
In cherished moments, in countless ways.
What are the odds that even now,
God’s love heals, I don’t know how.

When dreams have faded into dust,
And heart’s companions, faith and trust,
When darkness seems to block my way,
A light within begins to sway.
What are the odds that I would find,
A love so pure, so gently kind.

With every step, in every breath,
In life, in joy, in pain, in death,
What are the odds?
I know it hurts, but it’s plain to see,
God is here, he walks with me.

The tears flow down
And they hit the ground,
She cries in dark places
Where she cannot be found.
Those eyes tell a story
Of anger, fear, and pain
You think that she is happy
But just look again.
And the scars and cracks of the past
Lay hidden under her skin to last
“Her smile is now painted
She’s a master of disguise”
You can find it all
Just look in her eyes.