To win is the trying..!' gainst despairs blank stare, a wounded earth still rolls on..!
Midst the throes of terratorial vying..
Shows our shattered crystal the counsel of despair
As the pales; of circumvention, invade earths free sod and air,
Oh.! such power we covet To maintain..! what is "right" what is yours..
can be theirs" or is it ours..? should we fight..?
Yes it tears through our city's this division reprised,
To the call of souless ambition, destruction quickens in stride,
And! yet not new its existence..) "for know ye satan he is a liar"
Though it was hid deep in shadow; was to emerge its sly desire.
Yet how ask us "innocent's" & why should this be?
Whilst we gaze upon its sickness and water its seeds..!
So we stand without reason, or we lay down condemned,
Yet open hearts to salvation; on Jesus depend,
Call his name now in season) let the fetters free fall,
The Miracle is "willing" none should perish is all..!