When Things End

It’s not how it’s meant to be

Nothing here turns out like it should

So much pain we feel but can’t see

And all that’s good here is misunderstood

 

So thank you, God, that this isn’t the end

That someday we’ll only cry tears of joy

With no filthy rags for us to mend

Or unwanted fences for us to defend

 

Here the good days still have hate

For at my best I’ll let you down

And if you come up, you’ll be too late

So we’ll keep tossing our words around

 

But thank you, God, that this isn’t what’s it

That someday we won’t hurt each other anymore

That with these fists we’ll no longer distinguish

The burning love you knew would always be lit

 

Thank You, Lord, that there’s so much more

Thank you for the hope that gives us faith

And thank you for the faith that gives us hope

Thank you for your love and all that’s more

Thank you that someday you’ll put an end to this war.

 

–Written by Sandy Heights

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