The Shadowed World

 

Beneath the heavens vast and blue,

The Shadowed World

 

Beneath the heavens vast and blue,

Lies a world both old and ever new.

Mountains rise, and rivers sing,

Yet in the heart, a darker thing.

 

In every soul, a shadow sleeps,

A cunning voice that slowly creeps.

Greed and anger, pride and hate,

Binding hearts to a broken state.

 

We build our towers, reach for skies,

But in our mirrors, see the lies.

Man to man, the wounds run deep,

A harvest sown, yet none can reap.

 

For what can cleanse this crimson stain,

Or soothe the ache of endless pain?

The answer stands, both near and far—

A humble cross, a guiding star.

 

For Jesus walked this world of woe,

To bear the weight we cannot know.

His hands outstretched, His love so pure,

A grace divine, the only cure.

 

Through Him, the wicked heart can mend,

Through Him, the soul its joy can send.

No longer bound by sin’s embrace,

We walk in light, redeemed by grace.

 

Oh, weary world, lift up your eyes!

The Savior lives, the dead shall rise.

In Him, all wickedness shall cease,

And every heart will rest in peace.

 

Lies a world both old and ever new.

Mountains rise, and rivers sing,

Yet in the heart, a darker thing.

 

In every soul, a shadow sleeps,

A cunning voice that slowly creeps.

Greed and anger, pride and hate,

Binding hearts to a broken state.

 

We build our towers, reach for skies,

But in our mirrors, see the lies.

Man to man, the wounds run deep,

A harvest sown, yet none can reap.

 

For what can cleanse this crimson stain,

Or soothe the ache of endless pain?

The answer stands, both near and far—

A humble cross, a guiding star.

 

For Jesus walked this world of woe,

To bear the weight we cannot know.

His hands outstretched, His love so pure,

A grace divine, the only cure.

 

Through Him, the wicked heart can mend,endless pain?

The answer stands, both near and far—

A humble cross, a guiding star.

The Shadowed World

 

Beneath the heavens vast and blue,

Lies a world both old and ever new.

Mountains rise, and rivers sing,

Yet in the heart, a darker thing.

 

In every soul, a shadow sleeps,

A cunning voice that slowly creeps.

Greed and anger, pride and hate,

Binding hearts to a broken state.

 

We build our towers, reach for skies,

But in our mirrors, see the lies.

Man to man, the wounds run deep,

A harvest sown, yet none can reap.

 

For what can cleanse this crimson stain,

Or soothe the ache of endless pain?

The answer stands, both near and far—

A humble cross, a guiding star.

 

For Jesus walked this world of woe,

To bear the weight we cannot know.

His hands outstretched, His love so pure,

A grace divine, the only cure.

 

Through Him, the wicked heart can mend,

Through Him, the soul its joy can send.

No longer bound by sin’s embrace,

We walk in light, redeemed by grace.

 

Oh, weary world, lift up your eyes!

The Savior lives, the dead shall rise.

In Him, all wickedness shall cease,

And every heart will rest in peace.

 

 walked this world of woe,

To bear the weight we cannot know.

His hands outstretched, His love so pure,

A grace divine, the only cure.

 

Through Him, the wicked heart can mend,

Through Him, the soul its joy can send.

No longer bound by sin’s embrace,

We walk in light, redeemed by grace.

 

Oh, weary world, lift up your eyes!

The Savior lives, the dead shall rise.

In Him, all wickedness shall cease,

And every heart will rest in peace.