I was stuck ‘tween here and there
In the shadows of my mind
With the skeletons I bare
The wicked aim to destroy
What God has built
Pretending to be pious
They hide their guilt
In the minds of the helpless
Who cannot sleep through these dreams
Of long ago
Filled with demons
They face alone
In the distance
I see
The little girl
I used to be
Her eyes of blue
Behold
An evil world
Where lies unfold
Her temple defiled by those unkind
They are dark of heart
And vain of mind
Her memory there
Is etched in stone
Flowers grow
Which have already grown
Birds fly
Where they’ve already flown
And the dead live lives
Which have already come and gone
The thief lives there
My soul he’ll steal
And tie my tongue
To keep his secret sealed
And in his house are all my fears
Upon each wall
Written in tears
Is yesterday’s sorrows
But in this sad, sad place
I dare not stay long
Hell for those who linger on
But in the Lord I will be strong
Wearing His armor
I’ll walk along the straight and narrow
And in the epistle
Written by Paul
Are the sensible words I like to recall
Go back, nay, to what is gone
But reach for what is yet to come
The fruit of the spirit is joy
Not pain
Though the demons of the past shall rise
again
The living God will forever reign
The gift of grace for all his children
And God shall avenge the child
And the mother of harlots
In purple and scarlet
Will taste defeat
Out of the mouths of babes
Comes perfect praise
And they shall cry no more
Safe shall I be as each memory unfurls
For stronger is He who is in me
Than is he who is in the world
