Its like an army of darkness marching over the blueness
As they march in, they chant with the roar of thunder
And pound the earth with sharp lightning; while we all wonder
Where the blazing Jesus has gone?
Hours seemingly become days, days fastly becoming weeks
All the while, every morning and night we stand with rain on our cheeks
And slowly without our knowing a dark plague of depression becomes
As we put our lives on hold and can't bare to leave our homes
Where has the blazing Jesus gone?
If only to wake with it's kiss upon our skin; it's warmth around us
Could we find will to again breathe life under the blazing Jesus