Sometimes we feel as good as dead
Staring at the wall
The spirit’s gone – dull in my head
We have reached the end of all
No future do we see ahead
No energy inside
Sitting all alone in dread
Better if we died
Jesus met the funeral bier
Coming along the road
Then he saw a mother’s tear
Her heart a heavy load
Do not cry he said to her
Young man I tell thee rise
The young man sat up straight away
Life was in his eyes
We need the Holy Spirit’s touch
To raise us from our chains
To fill our lives with energy
This world so cruelly drains
The Lord is here to meet again
The death march of our days
Rise up he says the road is here
Let us be on our way
Brian Fahy
14 September 2021