Tide to tide, our lives collide
With the wretched ebb and flow.
Forth and back from need to lack,
Caught in its current, we row
And row and row, the time to sow
The harvest time has come.
From sin to saint, the canvas we’ll paint
Has really yet to come.
And come again, sweet gentlemen
For your strength you have been called
There is no room for hearts of gloom
Or an angel whose wings have stalled
And stalled or stopped, my wings are caught
No longer worth the wind
On stolen breeze, I drift to knees
I have a prayer to send
And send I will in evening still
But please don’t rush the gates
This life we live is ours to give
And heaven will surely wait
In heaven’s air, the earth needs care
Begging us to stand
We are at war, this much is sure
Every woman, child and man
Tide to tide, our eyes blink wide
Aware now why we’re here
To help all those who need to know
We’re born of love, not fear.