Testo 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 wont 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.