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Yesterday

I walk among the dead of yesterday

A willing prey.

Unholy voices fill the air

With shattered hopes, they linger there

Ever deeper in despair

I sit alone, beside an empty chair.

In the darkness soft and sweet

All my sins of yesterday I meet.

With fear and sweat upon my brow

I stand before you empty now.

Heavenly angels take my hand

Lead me to your promised land

Help me find the love I seek

Which Jesus left for us to keep…

(an old one from 1979)

©Anita Dawes