What lies beyond the morning sun,
Beyond tomorrows night?
What lies a hundred years or more
Further out of sight?
What will the world, when looking back,
Declare of us today?
Will they take note of all we’ve done
The words we chose to say?
Will all the lessons we have learned
Still matter in those years,
Will children born to those who come
Still have to know our fears?
And will they still seek out those joys
Which guide our daily life,
The love of God and freedom’s grace,
Free of terror’s strife?
Or will the darkness that we fight
Then hold a greater sway
And all that we hold precious now
Will have been washed away?
Oh Lord, I lift my heart in praise
For days beyond this dawn
And for those children, yet unborn,
Who’ll have to carry on.
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