Thursday, July 12, 2012

Inspire Me: These Frail Hands

In this broken place where I was born It seems there is no peace, 
And the very soil that we walk upon Is filled with tears that never cease, 
And you can trace the scars of hopelessness Like sweat upon the backs 
Of all the outcast downtrodden, Water slipped through cracks 


Hold on, Hold tight 


And I am overwhelmed with grief, to see such suffering, 
For those who lack the voice to speak For those of us left stuttering 


May this not prevail, Dear Lord, your love will never fail 


And these frail hands, They tremble as they pen perhaps their last 
And these weak words, Can never say what cannot be surpassed 


When the concrete of the world Becomes too cumbersome to lift, 
And the cataracts of fear and doubt Cloak truth beyond what we can sift 
And darkness, darkness bleeds its way, When crippling anguish clouds our sight, 
The ghosts of dusk have bared their teeth, Set their claws to bring the night 


Hold on, Hold tight 


Darkness can’t perceive the light, though lightlessness has chilled us numb, 
And though its wings may cloud the skies, The dark shall never overcome 


Light of the world, Your love, has never failed 


And these frail hands, They tremble as they pen perhaps their last 
And these weak words, Can never say what cannot be surpassed 


I need your love, And most of all I want to feel your peace, 
I need your love, Let everything that you are not decrease,


By Brave Saint Saturn

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