• In a madrid of faces I was so alone;

    It was there in that moment my heart had no home;

    I was lost in my questions, no one answered me;

    I was shrouded by failures, I wasn't happy;

    As I sat there I wondered "Is life more then this?"

    Shouldn't I have been happy, I felt so amiss;

    It was then that you found me, so quiet and shy,

    And you told me the story of an amazing guy;

    A man you claimed saved you, who gave up his life,

    For the sins of all others, it cut like a knife;

    The confusion it lifted, when I said that prayer;

    "Jesus please save me, no more can I bear."

    Now I'm no longer tortured, by failures and doubts;

    I'm proof of his glory, a server, devout;

    Today I carry a candle, It's form is a book;

    It lightens all darkness, each cranny and nook;

    Now I'll pass on this flame, to anyone who is near,

    And tell them of a god who treasures every tear.