From glaring spectral visions of unholy light
Funneled through a sad and broken kaleidoscope
Focus knob snapped off a long time ago
Bitterly sinking now you’re your own foe
Day after month after year after decade
Slipping away 'cause your mind up you’ve made
Like a nagging dream, a better life is out there
Reaching out our hand a hand reaches right back to ours
Confusion starts to clear, a path appears before us
Should I trust the hand that I have never seen before?
The image is scrambled no reason to hope
The colors are there but in darkness we grope
A random arrangement of photons in tatters
Believing the lie that our life never matters
Reach your hand, He’ll reach back
Lead, Poland
Reach your hand, He’ll reach back
The crushing weight of eternity
Deafening moment for you and me
The weight is lifted when we choose to walk the path He offers
Kaleidoscope He hands to us, the focus clear, it’s time to trust
The broken lens is paid for by the blood shed on the cross
Lead, Poland
1 Corinthians 2: 9
