when despair comes unwelcome, 
  knocking at my door,
i turn to you, my lord,
and by your words restored.

how should i be o god? 

why did i fail to serve, 
 to reach 
   to see, 
     to be again
o god?

i feel alone and weak;
there's darkness creeping in -- 
 "my friends, my friends, my brothers!" 
i cry --
 "i love you brothers,"
"hearken by..."

but it seems that no one's there,
 just darkness-- 
a teardrop in my eye.

but the spirit of love,
 the
 light:
the christ --
i find him there
in darkness...
He's walking right beside.