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. |
