To Whom Shall We Go?
Of sin I am sorrowed and weary
In the darkness of death enshrouded
The cloud of chaos in its descent
Brings light and laughter to silence
While fear and confusion hold sway
And truth is distorted and frayed.
The hands of hatred take hold
As the simpering vicissitudes drown out
The words of the One who alone
Speaks life and love to the lost
Whose Blood with its burning may cleanse
And whose Body once broken may satisfy
The wounds of our weeping bitter tears
Our hearts now healed of all hurt.
To Him and for Him to turn
Alone whose life is our hope
Who to ignore is to kneel eternal
To the Abyss that in brokenness rejoices
And in misery and unmoving despair delights