Simon, Simon

Lord
you asked
if i'd follow you...
i replied,
to spears and in trenches

belief in myself
strong and thickheaded,
never relenting
despite,
of what you suggested

in
the
end...
it was love

i was desperate to survive

so, now Lord
i reject you
turn my face from a crowd's sneering subjections

see your love
your eyes
simply said it

belief in myself
from fishing to lifting
wanting to show you
i could manage

but,
in
the
end
it was love

i had to believe i could survive

bitter tears and a heart of regretting
all this weeping
and now
casting for nothing

but
in
the
end,
it was love

how i needed you
in my life

in
the
end,
it was love

you had to show me
your life

because,
in
the
end...
it was love

so Lord
we gather
as you suggested

and now a breakfast
i never expected