Then Came The Son

Then Came the Son

They say my eyes are always red

How would they like to be me instead

My mouth tastes salty and dry

I smell peppermint candy nearby

Grab a piece and give it a try

I hear the hands of the clock moving slow

Maybe its time to go

I clash and bash in this never-ending fight

Oh deep dark blanket of the night

All hope has vanished from my sight

Ice cold tears drop one by one to a puddle on the sheet of my bed

I turn one way, then another to rest my hair frazzled head

Worn with worry and the grip of life

There is too much in this strain and strife

I turn to face the sky

Reach up my hand and ask why

Why … Why….. Why….

Then comes the SON

The only ONE

A warm hand illuminated by some bright white light

Reaches down to mine in that dark night of fright

Cascading from heaven above

Pulsating and filling me with his pure love

Then came the SON

The only ONE