How can I love a man with rough white beard
Unless He lets me trim it with my shears
My own body hair has disappeared
Though on my chin two hairs appear
Neither màle nor female we shed years
No-one loves the old nor dries their tears
Their skin flakes off their ears can’t hear
Their eyes have shrunk they seem to leer
Forgive us Lord and help us steer
For in the darkest places you are near
How my heart sings 