The rain is pouring down,
a stream of tears born of the sky--
there, blaze forth lighning: reach out for the dark.
And I wonder if I now lie down to die.
I hear them calling now.
Still, I fear to open up my eyes.
They say that our fear's all that we've ever had:
still I know, I've looked upon You as you cry.
Is it your forgiveness that I seek,
or that You would break me down to the ground?
Or some redemption of the weak,
or for the love that we've never found?
Can You be called upon a moment,
to speak away the storms that You condone?
Are you a high, uncaring spirit,
or can I believe You when you say we're never alone?
What's lost cannot be found
by trusting human means alone.
Perhaps that's what I fear: all that I've ever seen
giving way to what no mind has ever known.