Father, forgive me for all of my sins;
for cruelty of action I cannot rescind
This path I have taken brings night on my soul
in dark I am drowning while youth becomes old
Elusive and slipp'ry my grip has come loose
as joy slides away 'tween thorns on a noose
My fingers outstretched, but they cannot find
the warmth of forgiveness nor sight to eyes, blind
Weakened and wizened, so arid within
a harsh, barren desert, dried out in hell's wind
no rescue or foothold, or way to be free
wingless my Angels their hearts cry for me
I'm heartless and hopeless, yet I'll not lose hold
of a far away glimmer of warmth in the cold
these shackles I'll cast, I will loosen these chains
to kneel down and beg for Your good will again
Oh merciful God, bestow hope on this wraith
who, bathed in Your goodness, clings on by raw faith
for You can deliver my soul from dark skies
by shining on me Your benevolent eyes
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