Once the haze of ashen smoke has cleared
And clarity is restored
A heavy cloud descends again
And rests among the leaves.
Eyes once bright with life
Are now so heavily veiled
Bringing on a willful silence
As the darkness of past condemnation
Engulfs every side.
It is a desperate flight
To escape the light
For fear it would shine too bright
And expose every shameful blemish
Not realizing its power
To bring salvation and healing
That no other source could provide.
A plea to cease the endless wondering
And aimless flight from the past
To seek the one true Light
And see His kingdom come to pass.