
Hell’s shadow has grown strong,
Hate,
Anger,
Violence,
Suffering,
War.
Spirits are bleached,
Gasping for air.
The still small voice,
Seems to fade.
Where is God?
Where can comfort be found?
His kingdom is never far,
It is within.
Deep in the heart,
A garden awaits.
Wherever the head lies,
A bunker,
A shelter,
An army tent,
He stands at the door,
And knocks.
No one can flee from His presence,
Though the hateful may try.
His Love truly conquers all,
When hearts are open.