I hear the cries of yesterday
They echo throughout my soul
They are etched upon my very face
And on my heart they have taken their toll
Deep waters, give up your children
Mighty waves, just you settle down
Howling winds that scream from the past
Cease your blowing until I can't hear a sound
Towering mountains come down to the valley
Stars in heaven wont you light up my way?
Mighty rivers dry up to a trickle
Only then will you hear me say
Only the light can pierce the darkness
Only the Son can displace the night
Only a victor can win the battle
Only He can teach me to fight
Now I walk behind the praises of tomorrow
The Son casts His shadow behind
And the joy that is set before me
Shines down love and brings peace to my mind
The cries of yesterday are forgotten
And my heart is healed by His love
The flower in the desert is blooming
As His rain falls down from above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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