For every moment
Of these thousand year days;
There is a hope in grief
A light in darkness stays.
No frantic search will bring
This hope and light to me;
The strength of my own will
Does not provide relief.
Surrendering, I rest
Abiding in the Vine;
And there in my soul’s home
The hope and light are mine.
For every moment
Of these thousand year days.
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