When will the Sun rise for me?
It is not the darkness that I fear
It is the uncertainty that I will never see light.
This death is a mystery.
Before I prepare my precious tear
Death comes in the still, when I cannot bring myself to fight.
Dear Courage, you evade me.
I tremble, I slip without Hope near
There is no Faith to sustain the substance, the deep of night.
My lonely heart let it be.
This time of testing will make you pure
The sacrifice significant, sweeps me to greater height.
Soul do you feel? Can you see?
Solely to suffer, for Joy to hear
Rejoicing at the splendour of Freedom of my new sight.
Dawn breaks and there, Liberty.
Nothing conquered by my presence here
Only because of Grace, Another gives me strength for flight.
And the Son rises for me.
And the bigger picture is now clear
And there is new found, unearned favour, the future is bright.
And the Son will rise for You.
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