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Redemption


As I kneel beside this cooled bed to pray
Oh Lord don’t let me be the hunters’ prey
I weep daily and flood my pillow with my tears.
When will this misery end? 
Searching through my inner most being, 
Like looking for a missing precious jewel.

Redemption, Redemption 
Is the food I yearn to eat.

Waiting on a moment of my breakthrough.
Can these bones have life? 
My hope breaks like an egg, 
Nothing to hold on to survive.

I lift up my eyes and saw a glowing light
I see it leading me to cross the red sea.
A messiah is here now.
An invisible hand opens my door of life, 
To usher in a beautiful sunshine to dry up
The flood on my pillow.
My heart is filled with joy
Because redemption has come to stay.

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