I hear the song of your sadness,
I see the tears from your soul,
I feel the anguish and madness
As you seek self-control...
I damn all the demons within you,
Yet God's love will cast them out
And heal your body, through and through,
When true faith conquers doubt...
I hear the song of your sadness,
I see the firm tightened jaw,
I feel the battle and badness
As you to God implore...
I pity the past life so wasted,
Yet God's love still understands
And He loves you and erased it
With even greater plans...
I hear the song of your sadness,
I see the pain in your eyes,
I feel the absence of gladness
More than you realise...
Yet praise God, the season is ending,
Yes, God's love has granted reprieve
And He, like a shepherd, is tending
Each lost sheep who's learnt to believe...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013.
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