Those Cracks In the Sun Make it Look Like Nighttime

The sunlight makes me smile
And for the first time in months
I am happy for a while.

The darkness receeds with the heat of day
As I listen to You beckon my name
I feel ready to stand and say...


You are my God and my trust swells,
In You alone through the dark.
Those cracks in the sun make it look like nighttime,
But I carry on with you as my bulwark.


In a world of a hate
I am a dim candle flickering
Hardly any good left to create.

Be my chandelier of hope
In a false home of crumbling walls
Make me strong to hold Your rope.

The darkness receeds with the heat of day
As I listen to You beckon my name
I feel ready to stand and say...


You are my God and my trust swells,
In You alone through the dark.
Those cracks in the sun make it look like nighttime,
But I carry on with you as my bulwark.

I am finally rising in mercy's safety
The justice is too much to take
For a small being to awful for beauty.

I am drowned in my sunken steps
The wicked person i used to house
The devil trains and preps

Because the more WE hold together in truth,
The more we're pulled apart,
Those cracks in the sun make it look like nighttime,
And murder appears as art.

The darkness receeds with the heat of day
As I listen to You beckon my name
I feel ready to stand and say...


You are my God and my trust swells,
In You alone through the dark.
Those cracks in the sun make it look like nighttime,
But I carry with you as my bulwark.