Look to the horizon just beyond the moor
Dark clouds announce that they will soon pour.
Pouring buckets of
rain among people below
Adding to their troubles and dreaded tales of woe.
Lives that were damaged by pain and great fear...
Dramatic
fear that the end is always near.
Poverty and illnesses left them tired and poor
Tired in the bones and hearts burdened and sore.
There is One that came to offer them bread.
Bread that leaves everyone full and well fed.
Fed so well that they're no longer poor
For they found real treasure and can now explore…
The depths of the wells, which never run dry
Tears of joy are now the tears of each
eye.
Lord Jesus on the cross can never be ignored
Blood shed for our sins, from His love is how it poured.
He knows His own and they
all know Him
Days are full of delight and are no longer grim.
All eyes sparkle bright for they truly understand,
That the poor in
spirit will be guided by His hand.
A precious hand pierced and the faithful will then see
Pure love has joined us for all of Eternity.
2Timothy 2:19
Nevertheless, God's solid foundation stands firm,
having this inscription: The Lord
knows those who are His,
and Everyone who names the name of the Lord must turn
away from unrighteousness.