If I knew how it would turn out
Then maybe I would have expected a different outcome.
The grey cloud surrounding everything
The somewhat bright light at the end of the tunnel
Getting increasingly dimmer each passing day
Casting doubt on what seemed to be a bright future.
How is one supposed to live through this life?
How is one supposed to hope when all seems to be fading away?
The dark shadows of our past that keep hoovering around our present~
Remind me of the vision
The vivid picture of the end
The hope that calls my name
And the faith that carries me through
Remind me of who I am
The soldier dressed in victory
The house seated on the solid rock
Remind me of the certain king
The sure hands that I need to reach my end
Remind me of him in me
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