The world needs a story of an eternal kind,
to lift us from darkness,
the darkness of mind which threatens to undo us,
us and all mankind.
Justice and beauty flee,
lives lashed by sudden chaos.
Change we neither choose nor understand,
a chaos of its own.
Oh for a calm voice and steadying hand,
like He who stilled the sea,
commanding with compassion,
bringing order out of chaos,
working only for our good.
God has always been thus.
It is our eyes that are blind,
our ears deaf to hear Him,
our hearts dull to love of an eternal kind.
We do not heed His story,
Whose death brings joy anew; His rising, life eternal:
A heart new to love Him, a spirit new to serve
in a world which now can flourish.
through the beauty of man's soul.
'He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.'
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