What right have I to lament this life
When each day brings me newness?
Or s person I have never seen
To whom I can show
What right have I to be so weary
When Your renewal is so free
Why should I be overwhelmed if
Your cup is never empty?
Who am i to grieve myself when You are my ever-present help?
If my suffering brings peace, if my
Darkness can be a flame
Let the iron rains fall and close their chains on me
I will not dull the pain if it means showing someone the way
Let the aching stay.
I can see you all so clearly, phantoms
Flickering round the fire.
Bodies glittering in the light, laughter
Spiraling through the air.
I can feel the sweet rustic woodsmoke
Wrapping embers in my hair,
I can breathe the memories clearly
Until you’re all once again