Shadows. Vapor. Dust.
A blowing in the wind.
Our busy comes to nothing,
yet still we toil again.

A shadow is but temporary,
dependent on the light.
It has no substance in itself,
no power, form, or might.

Yet shadows can protect us—
we hide beneath Your wings.
Kept safe and hidden there
while danger circles in.

Shadows are a picture
of greater things to come.
For now we see in part,
but light will overcome.

So where do I turn
when shadows are all around?
You are my only hope
when hope cannot be found.