Who cries these tears that split the mountains

And cause the streams to flow?

Who spoke those words that divided the sky

And gave the lightening to glow?


Whose feet are burnished bronze

With sandals no man can untie?

Oil of perfume and tears of joy

Mingle in blood as we die.


Bought together for a price

Paid to the wages of sin,

And a cross divided,

Between the lost,

And the grace from within.


These are the sums to a day forever turned to night,

But given a brightness that drives the shadow back to light.


Strained against the wood

That was dragged upon the road of stone,

Then laid away in a place

Where rock is the rest to bone.


Where is the end

That was there

Beginning at the start of time?

Not ever lost

Not ever over

Ascending in His Heavenly climb.


Not Ever Lost by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                                     Romans 8:38-39

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