so pain stains the windows and tears smear the pane

and we sit here and wonder if weather will ever

blow this old house down again

 

and you tip back your chair and you say to the wind

a pot of gold is the end of the rainbow

so what is at the beginning?

 

is there beginning? thought this was the end

you’ve said it before and i’ll say it again

but this house is not gold

after all

i don’t know

if the nails will hold

after all

 

 

after All.

 

 

so pain stains the windows and tears smear the pane

and we sit here and wonder if weather will ever

blow this old house down again

 

 

and you take my hand and we follow the rainbow

from end to beginning to see

the beauty began before i ran yet after He came for me

 

 

before the tears and  after the love

after nails of iron dripped with blood

and Promise bowed down from the heavens to cry

 

 

there is beginning, this isn’t the end

it’s stormed before, it will storm again

because that house is not gold

after all

but I Know

These Nails will hold

for Eternity

 

after All.

 

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