Strained in a desert wind, blown about by desires;
Cries from the heart, buried deep in their soul,
Not met by love they have truly long for.
This life lived filled with sorrow and regret;
Of a life imagined, but never fulfilled,
Only to be left blind again and again.
Dreams once thought too good to be true
Pursued by hallowed passion set on fire
Drowned in the tears of their doubts.
Hearts ache and nations cry over the silence,
Of the sacred vision cut short this night,
Vanished in a flash of hatred and rage.
Chasing holy hopes of a larger promise of life
Succumbing to fallen men in desperate shame
Inadequate to change the passage of time.
Spirit cries out to the empty pain of lonely men
Looking for something to set them free
From chains shackled to the heart long ago.
In this savage journey of sin, hell, and shame
Comes across their path, the Sacred Text.
Redemption is awaiting their arrival.
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