The Ebb of Time

The ebb of time
Since Your precious blood flowed;
The turn of the battle,
Though You’ve always known
That the victory was Yours…
In seeming defeat, the war already won!
The turn of the tide,
Drawing back to You
A sea of humanity,
Beaten and bruised
By the corruptor of souls,
Whose waves of rebellion crash
Against cliffs of hopelessness,
Our hopes to dash…
But we know that the waves
Control not the sea;
Through the roar that is made,
The truth cannot be
As You draw us back to You!


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