in sackcloth
in the ashes
head hanging i sit
the world whirling all about
broken fragments swirling
dashing reason to smithereens
grinding truth to dust
meaning a mere murmur midst the klaxon call of chaos
no joy in misery
no pleasure in pain
no release in revenge
no sweetness in sorrow
this world holds no hope
yet my heart is at peace
Your hands hold me up
a bubble against the barrage
Your light shines forth
a road runs through the rubble
Your truth stands firm
reason reigns within my mind
Your plan is revealed
i set my hand to the plough...