When you’re trapped in endless night

You’re always waiting on the burning edge of dawn

You’re always waiting for the sun

To show up like a bullet from a gun

You’re always waiting on peace

But never finding it

For rain to fall down on the war-torn fields

Through which you wander

Trying your best to stay away from the holes

And the pitfalls

Which surround your path

The night seems like it’ll never end

But peace and hope are on the horizon

And will show up sooner than you think

Like a bullet from a gun

Pointed straight at your chest

Sometimes peace and hope

Comes from the strangest places

At the strangest but best of times

But the burning edge of dawn creeps ever onward

Even when the night lasts forever

The sun never stops

And neither does the Son of God

Reaching out to us wherever and whenever we are

His voice and his light pierce through the night

Like a flame

Like a bullet from a gun