My soul lies parched from the sun
My tears are carried by the rain
My angers enrages the rivers
Which flow to the oceans again.
The despair of life lies before me
And dances beyond my eyes.
“Is there no end to sorrow?”
As I cry out to my God.
The Almighty sends forth an Angel
To this unlikely place
He takes me from the ocean
And spares me from my fate.
The enemy fights long and hard
To defeat this Angel of mine
But through love, hope and grace
This war is won in time.
In the House of David,
The banquet table’s set
Waiting for the Bridegroom
To come and celebrate.
He’s perfect in all His Glory
And takes His rightful place
And grants peace and harmony
To all who bow in grace.
Jun 23, 2011
Jun 23, 2011 at 11:32 AM UTC
My soul lies parched from the sun
My tears are carried by the rain
My angers enrages the rivers
Which flow to the oceans again.
The despair of life lies before me
And dances beyond my eyes.
“Is there no end to sorrow?”
As I cry out to my God.
The Almighty sends forth an Angel
To this unlikely place
He takes me from the ocean
And spares me from my fate.
The enemy fights long and hard
To defeat this Angel of mine
But through love, hope and grace
This war is won in time.
In the House of David,
The banquet table’s set
Waiting for the Bridegroom
To come and celebrate.
He’s perfect in all His Glory
And takes His rightful place
And grants peace and harmony
To all who bow in grace.