A warfare waged on earth in dark of night
Where fires blazed and burned out deepest holes
Inside our weighted, worn, and weary souls
And left us for dead, far too weak to fight
This fight, you see, was in the human race
Feverishly searching for truest peace
O, but sin’s death grip would never release
Had we only violent recompense to face?
But there was only One who could restore
This One who came to fuse the earth and sky
With his two tender, healing, wounded hands
That too had holes the world had cruelly bore
His body hung within our space and time
Extending truest peace, from God to man
