Sweet Angel of Death, overshadow me tonight,
                                                        ­           no fright;

You come as welcome guest to ply your trade,
                                                       as I have bade,

In mercy to wield your sickle to give me flight
                                                          ­    from blight

Of hallow life to worlds unknown to be remade;
                                                      let­ hope pervade.

You gave us this world with opportunity and every ability to build paradise,
Yet we blame You for all tragedy , evil, pain, and unnecessary suffering;
You are the culprit, we charge, and dare imagine you with heart as cold as ice,
With never a glance in the mirror to reflect upon our failures with any misgiving.

So we shake our fist, trample Your words of wisdom and the help You offer,
Content to live as our own gods in the self-made illusion of human grandeur,
While our world careens toward disaster, as in foolish rebellion we take cover;
Your tears falling in the rain for Your children and creation in immortal danger.

How is it the fool says in his heart, “Surely, there is no God, no higher power,”
When with lost divine likeness and shattered image, truer it is there is no human?
More like empty shells with vacant eyes, we walk this earth enslaved by the hour,
Ever too proud to turn to You in the light of Your Love, redemption to summon.

Does Sleep she now, fair Nature's friend,
At last upon this mortal man descend
With sweet diluted death to still the mind
So troubled, while angels downward bend
To shield him from horrors now left behind?

Lo, comes the daemon of darkest night,
Fair Nature's fiend and Sleep to fright
From the man of dust and poisoned blood,
And all the celestial host to put to flight,
Lest he the eyes of Peace in rest behold

Looking for another answer
Looking for another gateway
Looking for another reason
To wake up and greet the day

Looking for another dance
Looking for another sky to fly
Looking for another chance
To love‘n never say good-bye

Looking for a song to sing
Looking for a trick to try
Looking for a prayer to pray
To take away the tears I cry

Looking
And I’m blinded by the light
Looking
You’re all but out of sight
Looking
And it may as well be night

Do we really ever slow the soul enough to make
                                               any difference?
Stress-filled moments rushing-on the river of life,
And we are drowning, choking on insignificance
As we grab for more, feet kick hard, sink us low
                                               in mire of strife.

Our latest moment grieved, the new already gone,
And we recoil from the future we must surely meet
                                               in the present
As cruel apprehension rolls dark over face of the
                                               sun
To summon defeat of another life in relentless
                                               Time's engagement.

Born outside the doors of fair Eden, uncreated,
Tick of the Clock but marks the absence of eternity ~
Hole blown in the heart of God ~ time was never
                                               intended,
And now we die so soon as we are born of spirit-
                                               enfleshed infirmity.