This love lost between us is an ocean of horror, An empty sea of dismay; let us pray for redemption. Words stain the air, day after day. A lone voice cries out above the waves, "What grace is this?" As we stretched our hands out to the Lord, we saw the light fade from our eyes, and as we fell we realized that our last breath had been without God's grace and left us stranded, dead. I waited patiently for the Lord, He turned to me and heard my cry, He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand, He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord, our love is but a walking shadow, a poor layer, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.
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