Though I cannot turn away
with blind eye or deaf ears
from all that happens in this world,
all that brings heartache and tears
I look to you, Oh Lord and dwell
upon the cross and not the fears
on our redemptive soul set free,
why you came, and why you died
that we might live eternally
without those things that bring us strife.
I turn my face towards the light
towards the assurance of new life.
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Joyce E. Johnson © 2017
Reflections 