Looking through this window pane. At the world nearby. I see nothing there but rain. Makes me want to cry. . How did this circumstance find me. Hidden so safely here?.
I see a multitude of people. Some far away and some close by. They weave together new religion. From tiny remnants they have found. A bit of truth, a greater lie.
You are the love of all my life. You are the living spring. You are the joy that finds my heart. Giver of all good things. . What am I without You?. What am I without You?.
He was 21 in 1944. He was hope, and He was courage on a lonely shore. Sent there His mother with love beyond Her tears. Just a young American who chose to rise above His fears.
The enemy roams. Like a roaring lion. Looking for the sleeping. Looking for the sleeping. . When he comes here. Let him find us keeping our promises. Holding to faithfulness.