Sometimes I begin to wonder
begin to wonder why
oh why I must blunder
and then begin to cry.

I hurt those that I love
I hurt those I don't know
and then I start to look above
and shy from down below.

He is the power and the glory
how often I do think.
The creation story
is as comforting as mink.

Then there is the story of His death.
The one of his self destruction
for that story of his death
has made me feel the suction

Of pain, injury,sorrow, sadness...

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