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These fingers, so frail, paint in my mind; |
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Scars down the back of my eyes. |
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Death walks with me alone tonight... |
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The coldness whispers, "It's almost near; |
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Rest, for soon it will be over!" |
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Years flash before me, and I understand why I'm here... |
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No one will ever know, as the pictures come clear. |
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"Don't worry," they tell me, "this feeling won't last forever!" |
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Voices beating their drums in my heart. |
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The water looks so peaceful below, and the struggle lets go; |
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Climbing over the wall of life's edge; |
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Leaving behind the smiles of yesterday. |
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The light that shined has vanished to a grayscale of night. |
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Tears once present; now look into the dryness inside. |
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Silent words enter the sky, |
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screamed from this body as a reply; |
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And these words begin to write: |
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"Dear Lord, if these break the earth |
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and enter your courts, save me tonight!" |
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Time is short, and the hurt of death grows with every breath |
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Here I am at the end. |
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This wall that blocked you out for so long opens wide, |
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and I begin to burn from the inside. |
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I'll never forget that night; |
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The night Jesus Christ made the blackness white! |
