Looking up at the nighttime sky,
Your artistry on full display.
Shades of hope… brighter, better times,
Memories reckoning what was,
Speculation of what will be,
But then light, your glorious light,
Bringing me back to my senses.
Troubled, wretched waters may be,
Times for standing up together,
Praying that this beat finds its end.
Looking up at the nighttime sky,
Your artistry on full display.
The stones are crying out for all.
Forsaken? No, nor shall any be.

Wood and Nails by The Porter’s Gate