Punctured by the uselessness of love
Shrunken by the grief that comes again
My heart has shrivelled.has no love to give
Worn out by the world and all its strife
Destroyed by visions of such proud display
Punctured by the uselessness of love
What did a fig tree do to lose its life?
What the ransom Jesus wished it pay?
My heart has shrivelled underneath his knife
Down below or sky high thus above
Nothing seems worthwhile nor even gay
Dragged down by the uselessness of love
If there is a ransom,who’ll pay half?
Shall I die while I feel this disgrace?
My heart has shrivelled and destroyed my life
Why do refugees crawl,die displaced?
Why no love for Jesus’ human face?
Tortured by the uselessness of strife
My heart blew up and killed me like a knife
