Not much to do on a monday at college except read your own poetry....actually no, I should study.

[crescendoedhope]

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"Oh I could write the saddest song,
Of how the world did us wrong,
And all your lips would sing along,
To how we've come to suffer long.

And I could compose the darkest rhyme
To be the anthem of our time,
But the truth is what you'll never find,
In hearing these dark words of mine.

Oh I could write of the deepest pain,
From times of joy I would refrain,
To sing of drowning in the rain,
With no one there to speak your name.

OR I could sing the truest line,
Of how His love stopped all time,
The hope you seek; you could find,
No longer would your eyes be blind.

And I could write the sweetest name,
Of how it washes the deepest shame,
And all of you could leave your pain,
If I spoke of Jesus' reign.

But we try so hard to belong,
And in our pain we sing along,
HIDING OUR HOPE IS THE GREATEST WRONG,
And so, this is the saddest song.

This is what we have meant to say;
JESUS CHRIST, HE HAS MADE THE WAY,
With strength to push through today,
And from our pain we'll fly away.

And this is the hope for which we strive;
Because JESUS LIVES, we will not die,
For by His love we will survive,
REMAINING SILENT IS TO SPEAK A LIE."