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Gotta Go Through

Hanging on to levee banks
     not long after the flood,
I watch souls get washed away,
     caught up in rolling mud.
Grabbed a page upon the wave,
     ‘twas torn by the rain,
The last few words left to read
     told of lives lost in vain.
Voices in the distant clouds
     cried out for some relief
But the truth had long been lost 
     to the last midnight thief.
Salvation rode on bare wings
     that winds had hard torn,
She’s been searching high and low
     for one that’s been reborn.
Satan puts his hand up high
     for everyone to see,
Stakes his claim quick to the throne
     he swears has become free.
Suddenly it’s quiet now,
     even shadows stand still,
Heartbeats shiver in the dark,
     a cross burns on a hill.
Morning light breaks through the night
     and flickers ‘cross the skies,
Somewhere from eternity
     a newborn baby cries.

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