I've got the TV on each day... and sometimes through the night
And yet, for me, that seems O.K., yes, somehow, that seems right...
I've got no wife I must defend, no children to fight for,
No-one on whom I can depend, just four walls and a door...

Lord, I'm still praying for the lost, of course, I donate, too...
I know how much salvation cost, the vicious death for You...
But I'm so weary of it all... I've got a broken heart...
Right now, I need a miracle... so I still play my part...

Lord, I'd rather live here lonely... I've no more need to roam,
There's no friend left to phone me... or visit me at home...
That's why I pray in Jesus Name, don't let me be ignored...
Outside, the world's no more the same, I wait the Rapture, Lord...

Denis Martindale April 2018.