Deep in the world, he hides,
burning souls that are alive.
Down in the earth, no way out,
there is no death, living doubt.
The cries of the lost, are spurred,
from above, we should of heard.
Saving them, from their hell,
the words of the lord, to dwell.
Keep us from this, lord i pray,
forgiving all, showing the way.
Copyright © john aaron green | Year Posted 2011
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