Look On

This morning I sat to read the paper,
The fog was lifting a little late.
Each day someone was dying,
And that’s all I seem to notice.
Lord Separate me from this mess,
The world is dying its just that clear.
The separation of You from us,
Its killing me, its killing us.
Chorus: Look on,
Forward to the end.
Press on,
Cause this time we won’t be stopped.
Forgiveness in You is the next hardest thing,
Then giving your life for strangers.
A lasting impression can fuel this move,
And love will always over come