As with Sadness
The end of days, earth grows old
Blazing, dying sun behold
Nova of a star’s end light
At its end, so beaming bright
Burning, glorious, time to flee
And seek eternal destiny
Rockets fire, high they sped
To that lowly manger bed
Bethlehem, in flames before
Opening up the end game’s door
Refugees with dragging feet
Marching to the wartime beat
Bombs in night clubs were most rare
Now they lay our time so bare
Weeping and an end to joy
Terror do we see deploy
To the hospitals we bring
Fleeting sirens now do sing
Looking round, every day
Darkening skies along our way
A coat of varnish over past
Tribal conflicts come and last
No sure way, no star to guide,
Candle light the darkness hide
Hope in despair, shine so bright
Need we no created light
Suffer now the thorned crown
At end of say, when sun goes down
There may our hope still sing
Rising as the church bells ring
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