My People perish
what to do
they see the boundaries
run right through

they take the shield
and throw it down
the thorny brush
my painful crown

The garden bed
they trample on
and now not fed
they linger on

and turn against
their only hope
the One to cleanse
their wounds like soap

The hand which wipes
away their tears
was stained with blood
two thousand years

before  you saw the
light of day
He died for you
and come what may

He calls to heart
which turns again
to filthy place
the darkest sin

Messiah knows
He leaves the rest
to find you in the
another mess

He draws you back
to quietness
restores your soul
to joyfulness

and washes clean
and sets you free
to live again
in harmony.