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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