What have we left
But the left-behind
The derelict
Nothing but a breath
Of hope that was dashed
Upon the stones of our seas of sorrow
We’ve dealt our own cards
And they’ve come up the fool
And the hanged-man
and with nothing to show
But our loss and weakness
Tossed against the stone
Nothing has saved us
But a whisper of wind
That calls us to recant
All that we’ve dreamt
For the now and tomorrow
That wasted wishing
And wishing we went
Dreaming of that
And dreaming of this
And so many feats
Could not save us
Despite our great wish
But that cry
That roar of thunder
That “ALL IS DONE”
And we work no more
To earn the sun
Instead, rest
For our weakness is not
Weakness no more
But forgiven
Forgiven
And we have a Lord
Of weakness and work
There is nothing left
But to receive and regret
To hang in bereavement
In a gift and now we’ve met
Endless fountains of faith
Of safety and
We repent
The evangelion has lifted
Us from the pit
And the fool and the hanged-man
Are given to sit
At the right hand of life
Therein we rest
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