This is a short song I wrote, I'm dedicating it to everyone who was affected from the bombing at the Boston Marathon. Which if the Lord had allowed my dad would have been at, I'm grateful he didn't.
As the sun goes down
I find a gift in the sunset
Even on this horrible day
But here's a secret I know
The sun will come up in the morning
as bright as it was yesterday
the world has change
but the sun will come
In the promise of a new day
I can feel the fear
it's staring right at me
and the cries of terror
reach to my ears
But I shall not be moved
because the son is always within me
He's brighter then the sun.
While all other ground is sinking sand
He's my solid rock
on which I stand.
This is beautiful, Deanna.
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