The Power

- - A Poem- -

There is a power that stops the wind and stills the breeze
It upholds the earth like a waft or breeze
But what does the power provide for us
It brought us forth from the dormant dust

How long we wait for the time to arise
When all mouths are fed and all blind have eyes
When all deaf have ears and all mute have voice
When all the world can finally rejoice

But when will the power then come forth
It is with us now, more than we are worth
Yet we sell our souls to men of black heart
Who practice the evil and destructive art

The power can save us, save our souls
And tell us the things that no one else knows
It can make the evil run into the night
It can even give the blind man back his sight

There is a power that rocks the earth and answers our calls
Of sorrow and grief, of hope and awe
The power is there it just needs to be found
By the one who wishes to rise from the ground

Our souls can be saved if we look toward him
His glorious light won't seem so dim
If we take the light and surround our heart
It won't be broken by the sharpest dart

HE will come, come when will the time
That the evil is too great and the good must survive.
HE will protect your soul, protect your soul from heist

He is the Power and the Glory, Jesus Christ