A time to mourn, this world cries out in despair
To overrun by adversity, decision is given to it
And although seeing does not see
The evils that consume its desires

These crimes cry for a redeemer, left to grieve
It suffers in sorrow for even though hearing
It does not hear, every time I die
Is it in vain? Hands held out in misery

Grasping for a breath of hope
But none can be ushered in as it crucifies itself
Hidden amongst the anguish is the key to comfort
A release in an hour of need, help in a time of tribulation

Dying to its own reaping, what it’s sown
These tears, to teach the tears I weep
Fall to the sufferings for souls there of
I’ve cried till blood, to offer as a covering

A time to heal, all is not lost in this endless hour
As there is time for everything, this too shall pass away
This that this world faces is merely momentary
This affliction works patience into experience
We wait to be saved by a hope