Gospel’s seed

Do I dare look where you see

Places I fear to tread

Knowing how if I was to know

The many faces of fear and dread

Whispers groan from the mass of insecure

Who pretend to know of all things yet have no cure

Placing the pieces in puzzles no longer relevant

Their lessons are learned as they discover yours

You see there are only threads

Sewn together in silence

Hewn from pasts unseen

The stillness of no time

Tells the story of all

Where you have always been

How In thankfulness we sigh

At these days that are made

For In our hour of madness

In our hour of need

We seek your voice

From the Gospel’s seed