Thursday, December 20, 2012

composition 9


In the carnage groaning the people go on roaming
They don't know what they do
Sick in flesh and soul, we get so tired
We need help from who?

Can you hear the strains of holy joy
coming through,
Breaking through the fear and violence?  Oh.

Savior as a fragile boy

On we go through the night, through the night
Whate'er befall us
With hands of light, hands of light

In troubles grim and trying amongst the people dying
May we lean on the truth
Some are masquerading, others quickly fading
They don't know what they do
 

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