I walk among the dead of yesterday
A willing prey.
Unholy voices fill the air
With shattered hopes, they linger there
Ever deeper in despair
I sit alone, beside an empty chair.
In the darkness soft and sweet
All my sins of yesterday I meet.
With fear and sweat upon my brow
I stand before you empty now.
Heavenly angels take my hand
Lead me to your promised land
Help me find the love I seek
Which Jesus left for us to keep…
(an old one from 1979)