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