In the middle of the bustling city
Where no-one care for anyone,
You begin to sob,
Overwhelmed by the sadness of life.
Whence comes that strength to go on?
You are drowning in that lie of unlovableness
And yet are unwilling to let yourself be loved.
But lo!
Realization strikes
like a blinding flash of light
Move on singing the next
In the everlasting Sonlight
And the hope-giving starlights
That is life for you
For if you are broken,
Or if you are not,
Who you need is Jesus,
Your God. Father, Creator.
In my every moment,
And for all my many imperfections,
Christ suffices.
Et clamor meus ad te veniat.
Move on singing
For God's eyes have seen yours
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