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When troubles build up mountain-size Clouds and fog obscure the peak, You cannot see the pathway up, The future’s looking bleak, When there aren’t enough hours in each day Or enough days in each week, You’re in a boat without a paddle In a swiftly moving creek, Your friends have faded into black, Your whole life has sprung a leak, Fate just punched you in the face So you turned the other cheek. When others have inherited What was promised to the meek; Faith alone can give you strength And the solace that you seek. When the morning sun defeats the fog And brings the light to day Illuminates the pathway up And the clouds are pushed away When the hourglass is full of sand Each grain longer than a day Your friends are in the audience for The commencement of your play The curtain rises, they applaud The black has turned to gray, You fight toward your own ending Despite what critics say If virtue is its own reward Then all will be okay For the faithful have their just reward When comes the Judgement Day. pwl 5/8/15
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
In the End, Faith
When troubles build up mountain-size Clouds and fog obscure the peak, You cannot see the pathway up, The future’s looking bleak, When there aren’t enough hours in each day Or enough days in each week, You’re in a boat without a paddle In a swiftly moving creek, Your friends have faded into black, Your whole life has sprung a leak, Fate just punched you in the face So you turned the other cheek. When others have inherited What was promised to the meek; Faith alone can give you strength And the solace that you seek. When the morning sun defeats the fog And brings the light to day Illuminates the pathway up And the clouds are pushed away When the hourglass is full of sand Each grain longer than a day Your friends are in the audience for The commencement of your play The curtain rises, they applaud The black has turned to gray, You fight toward your own ending Despite what critics say If virtue is its own reward Then all will be okay For the faithful have their just reward When comes the Judgement Day. pwl 5/8/15
phil-lindsey
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
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