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.
Copyright © Daniel Larson | Year Posted 2012
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