In my own small room I was alone
There was no one there to make it home.
In bleak despair I gazed with sightless eyes.
For no more would I see the one who died.
I had no hope in any human aid.
I had tried them all till hope decayed
My heart of body filled with bitter pain
I was in despair again, again
I saw you in the corner by the chair
A sphere of light a glow so bright and fair
Without a word, I felt you love’s embrace
You alone could tolerate my face.
For humans will protect themselves and pass
Jesus in the Garden,on the Cross.
Enfolded and made warm by love’s own heart
Could I regret despair which made this start?
We may not always see the face of God
Mightier than the mountains was his blood.
Love is underneath and can’t be seen
There is no need for faith nor what it means

