Solace Maker (AI version)

Solace Maker © 1988 Sandy Simpson In the dead of the night, in the wake of the dawn, on a ship somewhere out in the sea; is a dream that I have and I can't close my eyes, for it looms, always, in front of me. It's a seafarer's dream of a tropical isle, it's the poor beggar’s dream of no pain. It's the poet's last word in the heat of the play, it's the singer's last furtive refrain. Solace Maker, make in me, visions of a crystal street. Solace Maker, over me, living water endlessly. It's the first sight of shore to a million lost souls, and its beauty, the lonely, would save. It's the yearning for home in old man's last sigh and a rumble from inside the grave. We wander alone through the gloom of this night, searching for meaning to find. But the Truth was revealed in a child born of man, when the star above Bethlehem shined. Rev. 21:1-5 Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" All instruments and vocal - Sandy Simpson © 1988 Sandy Simpson