When Jesus Christ was all mine,
I knew not I was His captor.
Protests from Him seemed mere whine,
For I saw in Him an actor.
Now that He has gone away,
My pride in two is broken.
Can someone tell me what to say?
For with strife my heart is stricken.
My messages He replies no more,
To Him it is like I never existed.
Now I know nothing but woe,
When peace I could have enjoyed instead.
My eyes are heavy with sorrow,
As I ponder in the middle of nowhere.
Unsure I am of tommorrow,
For a haven He has found somewhere.