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?