The world goes mad around us While I stand by and watch you sleep In the hope that harm won't find us I pray the Lord our souls to keep Are we precious in his sight Or are we merely dust on this tiny ball He hurled out into the night
From the first time that we stumble We learn that nothing is assured However hoplessly we tumble It's by the grace of God that we endure. If there's some better place Far from all that's wrong Then this is where I belong
Maybe he laughs in our face By way of the cold hard fact That these moments framed in time and space Are the same ones nothing can bring back.
Maybe we exist and wander through this world Just to lead each other home From somewhere east of Eden. More from Macdonald Michael