Nightfall

Circle Of Dust

Deep in the darkness without form and void, the hovering Spirit of God.
Man given life, soon only to die.
Fallen by deception.
Dwell in the confines of mortality.
Gripping the hand of despair.
Children of dust blown by winds of distress into uncharted future's stare.
Again the night falls to darken our dawn.
Silence our lips.
Seek refuge from harm again.

Children of trial, offspring of pain.
Wounds of existence leave scars that remain.
Scarred hand of healing waits stretched from the sky for those who would choose to receive.
Chains of oppression, shackles of fear forever broken for those who draw near.
From storm to shelter, from darkness to light.
Wings cast a shadow.
A haven from falling night.