Tidings I bring, from he who sent me….
Where to go? Far or nigh?
Is someone listening? Am even I?
Doubts, a treacherous place to hide.
The waves take you with the tide.
A steadfast journey none has toiled.
For Satan’s rule this world has spoiled.
Yet, among the stench, the lies, the folly,
Arises the light, and oh, how jolly.
To know, God stands steadfast by our side,
Crushing darkness with his might,
So we no longer need to hide.
Ana Cecilia Petersen
May-18 1990
