For the darkness is as Light… to You.
What do we know. We know we know not, But we still assume what we do know. What do we sow? We sow what we do know, And yet only God truly sees all.
Lord, Lord, may I only describe what I know not? In order to be with. But such is the turn of a different age. For now we know. Christ. Truth. And the goodness of His Name.
Flowing, mingling down, Our hearts a terrible crown. The King who served most: Hanging, deserted; alone.
On such a terrible day: He lay still in His tomb.
“Why?” we cry; “we did not order that! What done must come: Lift us higher than this dusty mat. As surely your goodness paid the ransom,”
Indeed, good sir, a miracle to see. Freedom. “Relief.” It is a good time to be. “But now, now. Not this, well maybe that.” To bow in all. Slaves to His call? “Lord, Lord”
And yet it is, only God sees all. He sows, we reap, What splendour hides in the deep? The hills upon valleys of sights never sullied. We trust in us, For what better day to be free.
Such darkness, as Light?
To You.