My God, My God Why have You forsaken me? Another withered branch Infected by the family tree.
Drawn to the sun, Attracted by the light, Only to be blinded By the promise of restored sight.
Ask and receive. Seek and you shall find. But when the sweet to bitter turns The good news tastes unkind.
Lead me to the garden Or help me plant my own. But do not vow to raise me up Then not roll back the stone.
Oh Faith, leave me not orphaned. Oh Hope, thy shelter give. Oh Love, please heal this wounded heart That I, once more, may live. |