Brave Saint Saturn - These Frail Hands

In this broken place where I was born

It seems there is no peace,

And the very soil that we walk upon

Is filled with tears that never cease,

And you can trace the scars of hopelessness 

Like sweat upon the backs

Of all the outcast downtrodden,

Water slipped through cracks



Hold on,

Hold tight



And I am overwhelmed with grief,

to see such suffering,

For those who lack the voice to speak

For those of us left stuttering



May this not prevail,

Dear Lord, your love will never fail



And these frail hands,

They tremble as they pen perhaps their last

And these weak words,

Can never say what cannot be surpassed



When the concrete of the world

Becomes too cumbersome to lift,

And the cataracts of fear and doubt

Cloak truth beyond what we can sift

And darkness, darkness bleeds its way,

When crippling anguish clouds our sight,

The ghosts of dusk have bared their teeth,

Set their claws to bring the night



Hold on,

Hold tight



Darkness can’t perceive the light, 

though lightlessness has chilled us numb,

And though its wings may cloud the skies,

The dark shall never overcome



Light of the world,

Your love, has never failed



And these frail hands,

They tremble as they pen perhaps their last

And these weak words,

Can never say what cannot be surpassed



I need your love,

And most of all I want to feel your peace,

I need your love,

Let everything that you are not decrease,



(Your love,

Your mercy,

Your light unending.

Your hope,

Your peace,

Your strength my heart is mending.)



(Daylight,

Save me)


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