His There
His There
If you can’t fight
Better you join the dead
A prisoner stands a chance
Then does a dead man
For so long dusk you see
Breathe you draw
Why should you give up?
Why should you curl up in the sand?
Haven’t you heard of Daniel?
Face to face with death
Still, he believed in a better outcome
Pick up a sword the battle isn’t over
When the going gets tough
Be still and trust the one who molded you
From the dirty
For he knows your path
You are his masterpiece
A perfect creation
Every step you take
Know he is there with you