When my fear appears,
Does it fill a need?
In my dreams at night,
While I silent breath?
When I’m at church,
Is my heart content?
To hear the word,
Take sacrament?
Or am I a dim light,
An undeserving soul?
Sharing my emptiness,
Like air of winter cold?
Forgive me as a sinner,
Accept me as a beggar,
I shall prostrate lie,
Then we’ll walk together.