Untitled.

Where shall peace lay?

The traveler seeks not the calm and peace
‘Til the storm shall rage and the road shall end
But by then, the plains of peace are but a long past dream
Of guilt and pain should the traveler be
Knowing the whispers of God
And turning away all the same
Whose fault shall it be
But of the man who sought the imperiling passion
To forsake the reason that should have lived
Who but the man should be blamed
Who should be this man that mercy shall be laid?
What hope shall there be for this man who loved naught but him?

Here, in the rain, with the flood that should sweep him away
Here. Here, the somber traveler waits…for what mortal shall cease the rain
Or create a wall til the flood abates?
Say the words the traveler thinks
Of forgiveness that could be said
Like magic, all will be stayed

But why shall this moment be different?
Again and again the floods have come
Risen the man to his lips
To coldly kiss the last life away
To drown his very soul
Into the abyss of eternal night

Oh, what is different today?
Different is the traveler who forgot sin’s wage
And sought the folly that stumbled his way
Of temptation he is easily made

Where shall peace lay
The question remains
As the last air is breathed
Who shall save
But God who must be away
Tired of the traveler’s disregard

No…no, no one can save
The traveler concluded
As his eyes closed
And his lungs collapsed
Oh where does peace lay?

But peace still remains with Him
For tonight, the traveler begs
Echoing from the deep caverns of his heart
Once again, ringing the bells
That should alarm
That the traveler should thrash
Against the coming tides
Should open his eyes against
Death’s frightful eyes
What a fight the traveler makes
Though his mind is not of faith
His heart is made of stronger strength
That the spirit should reside
And plead for the Son to save
So shall the Son push the traveler
Back into the sun
And clear the rain
So no troubles should befall
The traveler’s way 

That it is the Son,
The kiss of the Son
Of righteousness
And holiness
Should revive the traveler’s heart
To beat once more
And restore the faith
To a march
Who but the Son
Should save the one?
Here the beggar
Is now alive and won

Where shall peace lay?
It is with Him
Who has nails in his hands
To tell me how much
He loves me. 

Steer this traveler again.