Spaces, places and clouded faces,
what a void left to fill.
Old men sit waiting,
sellers stand debating,
sellers stand debating,
a single face in a window sill.
Reaching out to hold a hand,
looking for someone to understand,
looking for someone to understand,
eyes that wander into gloom.
Some shout, some cry,
others turn cold and deny,
others turn cold and deny,
as they confer with a voice of doom.
In this world of phantoms grey,
no one is here to stay.
no one is here to stay.
What price could pay
ransom from the grasp
of the grave?
ransom from the grasp
of the grave?
Future hopes turn bleak,
will anyone stop to seek,
will anyone stop to seek,
the One with the power to save?
The only innocence to ever be slain,
death's final verdict He overcame.
death's final verdict He overcame.
The deaf could now hear music's sound.
Jesus, this One Who rose like the sun
said "It is finished" and life begun.
said "It is finished" and life begun.
That all who wander would now be found.
He invented love, the Fighter
Who never gave up the gloves.
Who never gave up the gloves.
Sing to me the song that I have never heard,
spaces, places and clouded faces,
will you notice such a tiny bird?
Matt.6:26
Matt.6:26
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