I was conceived

I want the pain to leave  and I shan’t grieve
I’ve had enough  today and evermore
For mourning mourning’s hard for the bereaved

I think of God and whether I believe
Although to him or her I’m just one fewer
I want the pain to leave  and I shan’t grieve

I wonder if some new work I’d conceive
For God, I have not  got infinite allure
Is mourning squared too hard for the bereaved?

Maybe I’d do better to perceive.
Does God believe in me, does love endure?
I want the pain to leave  and I shan’t grieve

In  my heart, I wish  peace were achieved
Does Jesus want me,  in sorrow so immured
Yet mourning mourning’s right for the bereaved

For life like this, death is the final door
But when it opens what will we see there?
I want the pain to leave;I shall not grieve
In mourning mourning’s  rites  I was conceived