The Dawn Of All Things New

The world keeps crushing you,
Distorting all that’s real.
The only sight within view,
Images that never heal.

In the throngs of all you wounds,
Wounds of God will cover you.
To the dawn of all things new,
Wings of love will carry you.

This night has eaten through.
These wounds are real,
The only truth touching you,
Infecting all that you feel.