In my lost, dim hours of mourning
When darkness crowds upon me
and i wish i was asleep
when i wake up feeling low
i cast into my dreams and
lose mysel in the dream of
losing it all, losing time and losing space,
i'm lost already--where the end is
is no one's knowing, we're lost,
and the beginning is so far
behind us, there is no point
on dwelling on the past.  i may
be lost, but at least
I'm free.
In Jesus' NAme,
Amen.