When shall peace emerge from this cold world,
when will happiness smile,
when will sadness stop its tears,
oh what a wretched place,
this place called earth,
the turmoil,
the rage in its eyes,
when will hatred cease its pain,
oh Lord you know the hurt,
you watch from clouds beyond the stars,
when will love speak,
when will the peace dove fly,
is there any hope here,
oh Lord hear our despair,
answer the tremors in our heart,
we are but a grain of sand on your shore,
protect us even though we are lost,
we know the cost that was paid for our forgiveness,
help us to carry our cross each day,
we're weary and tired,
our feet are sore from the journey,
we need you right now..


Dayne-Christopher