A primal fight continues
Raging without borders or care for who it effects
Yet there are glimpses of hope
Rising like the whisps of orange and pink clouds at dawn
The mind betrays
And the heart wants to stop beating
The soul writhes with no escape
And the body aches from the fighting within
Everything fits beautifully in its time
Ignorance has been placed in the heart
We can’t discover what has been ordained
But You grant us peace in Your promises
Got these verses after the fact from Blake:
The night is far gone; the day is at hand. So then let us cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.