Turn your cheek, love your enemy
Must seem like a failed recipe
When evil rules the hearts of man
It must surely seem like we are done
There's no light in this darkness
Except for the sun, except for the Son
Tomorrow He still rises in the east
And settles the souls of man in the west
It matters not how I feel
It matters not what I see
It only matters in whom I have believed
So today I may be tired
From the burdens of a world that has moved on