When
Thursday, January 26, 2012
When the skies above are bronze,
and the ground beneath is iron,
When the sun o’er battle dawns,
and all the troops are mired.
When hope is hid in pain,
and suffering numbs my words,
My prayers enwrapped in shame,
and all my vision blurred.
The heart will not lift up,
and eyes look only downward,
To see an emptying cup,
to feel the role of coward.
But lo there is a voice,
who speaks to me from high,
Am I not your highest choice?
Do I not your all supply?
Do not fear for I am with you,
to conquer and command,
the battle is not lost,
the victory is in hand.
I have defeated all your foes,
and conquered all your masters,
I broke the chains of the curse,
and on your wounds made plasters.
Lift up your drooping hands,
and look to me, your goal,
I will finish all my plans,
and I will make you whole.

