Dust of Martyrs

Born to belong
Born to be strong
Thy will’s be done
Thy will’s begun
I have decided to put my trust in pure light
You make it so hard to breathe
You make it so hard to see
There’s nothing left but shadows
That wait for us all to beg
Save us from the reign
Bring us back the Son
I am here to take you away
You’re still worth your weight in gold
The doubts invested sold out your mind!
I have decided to…
(Dean Wells)