Sorrow
From the scar of painful memories locked inside your head
To the stain of tears that flood your pillow and bed
Such suffering that grips your heart so tight
And makes you wish you could leave this world behind
† Sorrow
From the scar on hands of one you can never forget
To the stain of blood on him who took your place instead
Such suffering that leaves your heart contrite
And makes you realise for you He left this world behind
Oaks of Righteousness
'...and they will be called Oaks of Righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.' - Isaiah 61:3
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