Yesterday is gone, swept away like ashes
The unrest in my soul, where darkness clashes
Ghosts of an empty past, they whisper in the night
I’m drowning in the shadows, yearning for the Light
I need to find a way, (out of this mess)
In the fire of my life, (I want to hurt less)
Echoes of my sorrow, (They’re tearing me apart)
Every scream for mercy, (I’m calling from my heart)
In this void despair, I wander like a wolf
Clawing through these memories, I’m haunted by the gulf
The things that I’ve seen and done, he tries to remind me
Telling me I’m nothing, that I’ll never be free
But now with Your Spirit, dwelling on the inside
Your grace is my assurance, in which I will abide.
Jesus, I need You now, (through the storm I cry)
Beacon in the tempest, (my reason to try)
The chains of my yesterday, (they hang like heavy stones)
I rise from the ashes, (reborn and not alone)
“After this, Jesus, knowing that all things had already been accomplished, in order that the Scripture would be fulfilled, said, “I am thirsty.” A jar full of sour wine was standing there; so they put a sponge full of the sour wine on a branch of hyssop and brought it up to His mouth. Therefore when Jesus had received the sour wine, He said, “It is finished!” And He bowed His head and gave up His spirit.”
~John 19:28-20 NASB’95~
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