I must rest now
And I can't tell anyone what frightens me
It's my soul I fear for.
Nothing else.
Not the troops or the tanks
Nor villains armed with fountain pens
Nor ravenous death dealing preachers
Nor vulgar, greed induced ones
But just me
And my soul
And those who would convince me anything but the truth
When I now know
I am the way the truth and the life
And my destiny is to come to the Father
Though I know not when or how
Here I am, sure of it all
But not knowing
What injuries I must survive
Before I reach the throne.
