I commend my soul to thee Lord
In my darkest hour when I scarce can breathe
I commend my soul to thee

While I lay here in this coffin
Where my legs are tangled in soiled sheets
I commend my soul to thee

Where it feels the lids closing down on me
From the splintered walls of a pinewood tree
I commend my soul to thee

Where my darkest hour and anxiety
Might just crush my heart into smithereens
I commend my soul to thee

I give up the ghost, won't You set me free?
Where the question of my eternity
I cry out to You like a silent scream
I commend my soul to thee!

Written by Sara Fielder © Apr 2013