The slender beams of moonlight stretch their cold pale fingers
Into the darkened church where I kneel.
Alone in my confusion
Alone in my pain
Quietly praying, my mind in turmoil.
Accusing forms of haloed saints
Wrought in panes of glass
They observe me as I pray.
Dust motes swirl and dance in the shafts of pale moonlight
As painful images streak through my open mind
Penetrating the dark depths of my soul.
Gleaming tears streak my upturned face
As I kneel in sacred reverence
At the foot of the cross.
The blood pounds in my ears
As I pray to my saviour, Lord Jesus Christ
Confessing my sins,
My heart it cries out
Abba father forgive me.