Cries of anguish long and deep
awake the dreamer from her sleep
shadows cast a bitter glare
a pain that crushes skin so fair
Violence stands a crown of thorn
before the day that she was born
the love that binds no longer strong
twisted, broken, shattered, gone
the comfort of the place we live
the value of the life we give
is taken by the things we hate
beaten down, help comes too late
innocence is somehow lost
the child inside will pay the cost
here she drowns in blood and tears
but is not broken by her fears
like tapestry they’re woven in
the day she fights to live and then
a light at last upon her face
As God shines down His holy grace
Sin abounds in homes of glass
like beggars taking out the trash
something born from sudden grief
something glimmers ever brief
it grows and reaches far and wide
the enemy of hope has died
God does not let go it seems
He calls us back to childhood dreams
Before the darkness fell so hard
before the terror in the dark
He sparks a flame and we begin
to reach for life, to live for Him.
From the Cradle to the Cross 