Good Lord, Good Lord

Sad, but yea, life can be that way, a poem

Good Lord let me live 'till tomorrow,

Don't let me be overcome with sorrow.

My all too trusting heart's been undone,

There even as I look to your son.

The cross casts a dark shadow

On my doorstep. This eve is hallow,

And the spirits reckon with the best,

I feel my life is but a jest.

Good Lord don't look my way this morning,

I feel sorrow, cold sorrow, oh Lord I've been mourning.

Yesterday I lost her, lost her,

Death has surely taken her away from me.

Good Lord spare my mind,

It's filled with thoughts that make me blind,

Blind with rage, and blind with pains,

God please wash away those black stains.

There is fear for whether I can live on.

Good Lord send her back to me anon,

I was none worthy, I can see,

Perhaps that's why she's left me.

There's a hole, a well, filled for so many years

By her, now its filled with only shed tears.

Good Lord send me an angel,

For the one you sent me has gone,

And sits chiefly 'round your throne.

Good Lord be good to me,

Give me patience 'till I can see

Her by you, and you by me,

Good Lord tell her I'll see her soon.