The Sunset
Heaven when would the sunset
When would my heart be put to rest
Beautiful Saviour have your way
As I pray you make your way.
On the banks of the Brighton shore
As I watch the the sun descend
I pray you hear my call
As my soul begin to fall.
Heaven hold my hand as I make my way along these shores
These wounds I bear are the scares inflicted by great fear
How I wish their could hear
I swear you are the one who taught my heart to care.
Now all I want to do is share it is only fair
As you had to bare all my worries and scare
Magnificent Saviour so awersome and true
As I stand on the bank of the Brighton shore.
I ask that you spare and wipe my tear
Lead me down these broken stairs
Show me how to wear these scares without fear
It's time I move on without any scare.
Copyright © Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2018
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