If today must come to pass
as the last we know,
You'll be right to end the line
of we who've failed to grow.

You of us, don't ask that much--
just to keep You in our hearts.
The love and truth of which You spoke,
has since been made, into a farce.

Some people on this rock of Yours
tell us all, they work for You;
the things they do, make no sense,
they act as if, there were no Sixth.

Why do we revoke
the Truth You spoke?
When men kill men,
no one's saved,
just people lying
in a grave.

You gave us One so very dear;
a Son...to show us love.
what we've done since that time
will haunt us now on this day.

What do You see, oh Holy One?
Pain and hate and misery?
Has the Look changed at all
since the day we crossed Your Son?