Groping in the dark
this child doesn’t know that the lights are out
He’s feeling and touching
Creeping and crawling
He doesn’t know that the viper might strike-out
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It’s a lonely dark room
And he has nothing to do
How could he even know
that he needs to be found
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So he stumbles and play
He’s come a mighty long way
Going nowhere
so no difference does it make
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His toys are his friends
and some of them are benign and cute
But if it weren’t for the dark
the others would bring terror
Because they’re less toys, than they are spooks
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They crawl
They climb
They’re covered in slime
They’re full of venom that can paralyze
And some can kill with one bite
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But that won’t be the fate of this little one’s demise
He’s in for a much darker surprise
Because although this child is in the dark
he is anything but alone
Hovering over him is a beast from Sheol
That’s hungry for his soul
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He has a devious plan
for this lost son of limbo
That is a spectacular show of terror
To inspire all those like himself
who thrive on darkness’s power
Condemned to rejection’s black isolation
They shall shine in their darkest hour
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Chanting the death lullaby
The nursery-rhyme of terror
It’s pain internalized
Turned into evil
Climbing new heights
Knocking down doors
Shooting from the tower
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Their persecutors are running for cover
It sounds like murder
It smells like blood
They’re crying out in anger
“Our generation is lost”
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Beware of the danger
Take heed to the cross
Christ, the “Risen Savior”
has paid the high cost
For the child who sits in darkness
He is the chief cornerstone
whom the builders cast off
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For all of those rejected and isolated
He was stricken and afflicted
Nevertheless he was innocent
Being led like sheep to the slaughter
Even his disciples abandoned him
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In isolation he carried our sins
where none would dare to wander
He paid the price for transgressions
He was the “Chief of Martyrs”
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Shinning in his darkest hour
Bringing an end to the reign of terror
And redeeming those who thrive on darkness’s power
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And the “Gospel of Peace”
for pain morphed into evil
Secluded to the confines of the lonely dark tower
It sounds like redemption
Is it the end of deprivation
It smells like a new creation
For all those who sit in darkness
The Lord and his Christ
Has become their salvation
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