Dark Days
Mornings fall
Darkness rise
Man ne'er looking to the skies
Pleading not
Suffering so
Wallowing in tort'rous woe
Blinded to
Their own doubt
Gnawing, chewing, hallows out
Precious souls
They don't care
Where to go? Now what to wear?
Worthless cares
Don't they see?
Devil's snares of "me, me, me"
Much success
Though contrite
Robbed so eas'y of their sight
Cry to them!
Oh little man
Only He saves, with His plan.