Good Friday

What emptiness lies here This space screams Your name Pilgrims stand in awe While passengers greet pain Why carry pestilence Calloused in their souls Why catch a glimpse of hearts Where blindness blinks and laughs Cry, o my soul Weep, my bread, drink, my love, the wine Cry, o my soul Weep, my bread, drink, my life, the wine and die Scream, why don't You scream Scream aloud And bring forth Your wrath We don't deserve these crowns Break every heart Shatter every soul Beat through the dark Come make us whole