We Must Search Within Ourselves For Him.
The infestation of life is lacking it.
A choir singing praise aloud to Him.
With lack of song and love, now lost abound.
Our song has pow'r forgot in our silence.
To lay our lives upon the ground in hope.
To die for those we know and those unknown.
Copyright © Nicholas Westerhausen | Year Posted 2009
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