Stood amidst a swaying crowd
Could it be, but did they sing:
Songs of love, hiding hate
Spoke of truth... your life and faith
It pains to know I'm alone
Yet strangely brings some peace I crave
Sorrow embraces me up from my feet below
As I persist in crafting my grave
Deeper and deeper, I helplessly sink
Into endless chains I was called to break
Hear my infinite scream through thunder and rain
As the crowd tells me who I was again
My fists, now ravaged by hatred and rage
I think of all those times I prayed
'Shield me from the harm and pain...'
... That'd come from tonight's free-fall into dismay.
What have I become -
O man of little faith?
Or what will I eventually be
As truly, now - I find it hard to believe
Is this all a fault of mine
Or does it perhaps fulfill Your will and plan
This world speaks painfully predictably,
Among signs I find hard to comprehend
But, sing to me Your angels' songs
Of Your love and truth, my hope and faith
Restore in me the peace I knew
Would come home again, some day.
I will sing and I will dance again
Yet in Your presence I would be still
Salvation true, from me from my iniquity
... I find I'm divinely tranquil.
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