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Everything has to be a decision

Caught in Transition

Caught in transition between day and night
Searching the pale skies for slivers of light.
At the day's dying then start to arise
Faint intimations of His paradise.

In this small glimmer, the promises clear,
Forgive me for saying, they don't look so near.
Just below angels, yet stuck in the sand
We seek the substance to stand, until then, We will dance

Chorus:.... And we'll sing
To the King of Kings
Lost in His love, and His grace,
Under His great wings.
From the beginning He spoke of the end
Maybe it's just 'round the bend...

Lost in translation where words often fail
Searching the manuscripts hidden in Braille.
Deep in His treasure house desp'rate to find
Truth from the prophets while stumbling blind.

Who'll be my teacher and who'll be my guide?
Waving their candles from every side.
Through shifting shadows there still is a chance
Light will arise and we'll see it and so We will dance...

Chorus

In this migration to eternity
A vast, howling wilderness rages in me.
Windswept and weathered but still on my feet
Staggered at challenges I've yet to meet.

Trav'ling in circles, choked on our own dust
Squinting at signposts all covered in rust.
Trusting You see us when we can't see You,
Armed with that hope we can push through and so We will dance