Blistering morning come to find
A place of peace from my own mind
That let’s me ward the harshest chill
And keeps me from the growing ill.
Torn to find the pieces whole
Lost to find the wand’ring soul
Left behind to fight or die
Always wanting to ask why.
Least in numbers here we wait
At the fore behind the gate
Never do we seem to see
All the blessings found in Thee.