No relief from darkness, no matter what we do
Our age is fraught with tension, and peace flees from our minds
For when storms become the norm'
And shelter cannot be found
Our dreams no longer attainable
We escape reality with remotes in hand
Seeking our rescue in the company of playthings,
Governments, celebrities, pursuits, friends and pets
Yet none can provide,
The peace that the world rejects
For Jesus, is our only hope
The true Light in a world bathed in darkness
He is our Savior and Creator
Where else are we supposed to run?
For daily we are racing to our reckoning
Trusting this world, governments and ourselves
Yet, we will all face a God of judgement
His justice will finally prevail
And yet, perfect justice will not be dealt
For those who sought Him in life
He offered a trade, a rescue
His life, for ours
He would endure the wrath of Almighty God the Father
The wrath we deserved and He did not
Redemption can then become our story
No condemnation when we stare into His face
Justice will not be our final pathway
Though that is what we all deserve
Our rebellion will not be our last chapter
His love provides much more
His story will become our story
Eternity will become the canvas for our praise
For He without sin, stood in our place
He was punished for our choices
A debt we can never repay
Praise and thanksgiving will be the norm
Our voices will sing without fail
For power and glory He set aside
Counting it a blessing to stand in our place
He proudly bears the scars of His sacrifice
His love has no limits or bounds
His presence available for all who seek Him
All who seek to be rescued, even now
His grace is freely available
Before we are ushered into eternity
Our choice we all can freely make
But time is of the essence
Choose now and secure your place!
Byron Lee (2024)
