Theres something so..
In the orange, red, yellow
I close the light..and in the dark
I let the light bathe my soul..my spark..
And suddenly the walls dissapear..
A warped sense of ..here
I’m one.joined and fused
To countless tired souls, confused
hungry...tired and abused..
By others...or not
Rooted to this spot..
Somehow..drawn to the light..
Like drunken moths in the night..
I could be in Auschwitz..or Spain
I don’t know where I am anymore
..and I don’t care..
For you see..when God reveals his hidden light..
He doesn’t take it out to share it with his plight..
He lets us in..opens his space..
to that oh so private place..
Just don’t close your eyes..
Until you feel the ground give way..
Until you see the walls disappear..
Until you cease to hear..
The cossacks thundering stampede
The modern world’s dizzying need
You’ll just know
When you’re there...