When days become diluted with the busyness of living,
It messes with our vision, as if closing all the blinds,
Our thoughts become polluted, our lives are unforgiving,
Our heads become befuddled, and shadows fill our minds.
The light that sweeps the darkness from our confusing state,
Cannot by coins be purchased, will not be found by hiding,
It’s light that comes from Heaven and it leads us to its gate,
We see that light in Jesus and His precious love abiding.
His Word is our connection, His promises are true,
He carries us through sadness, pain and loss,
His life He laid down gladly, He died for me and you,
There is no more confusion, just focus on the cross.
Psalm 119:130 “The unfolding of Your words gives light; It gives understanding to the simple.”