"Though the sorrow may last for the night..."
Easy for you to say when you can't comprehend the fight
Simple enough to say when you can't seem to connect with the blight
When every strain of sight leads to pain and tears after seeking a side of the light
When the colour of your peace falls each apiece to darker shades of white.
Thus wearing sleeves with hands in holy matrimony
Hoping none would be able to come close and see the scar's testimony.
It seems better to bottle up the emotion hence you wish that people cease their devotion
As friends becoming family try to see you in the midst of your commotion
But life is a raging sea; wishing not to be tamed
At the cost of your sanity, each delay from the ring only depleting sanctity
Crawl into a corner; call it sanctuary
The coldness feels better alone
The stone no builder collected
As the weirdness all the more shone
But the canvas called life is cloudy yet it depends on where you seek the shade
Sometimes, you need somebody to walk with
Other times, calling a spade a spade
"Guess I gotta wait till then..."
Mr Ford gave the vibe on point; give him a ten
Waiting, another battle
The skeletons in closets begin to rattle
Who to trust, whom to seek?
It's easy to mistake distance for decision and muteness for being meek
But they tell me joy comes in the morning
Please, will I wait with you till then?
I offer you my lenses so you see Jesus
That's what being His hands and feet is; being a friend.
Or I wait to hear your heartbeat
Forgive me I see not the sign
The weight of the world being on your shoulders
I wanna speak life to you; you'll be fine
He bore that millennia ago, that's why we are here along this line
They say that joy comes in the morning
No worries, we'll stay till then
I hope you let me still sit a while
To encourage you as a friend
This is what I think it means to be the heart and feet of Jesus
Staying put with you
Till the night's end.