One Sunday night
In the emptiness of my mind
A resolution was made
To find my life
It is not here, it must be there
Nought have I in this place to stay
Love will mend my broken heart
The Few I had
I could with sorrow eyes give away
A remembrance I aid not to obtain
But life I wish to gain
Embarking the isolated road
A pilgrim marked with lonely years
Till tears could fall no more
‘Come close and listen to this story
About a love more faithful than the morning’.
A face to the voice no where to be seen
The wind gentle like a fathers voice.
‘The Father gave his Only Son to save you
To find your life, you must loose it to him’.
How, for I am willing.
‘The man who comes now in white is his Son’.
'He has your life'.