'Til death do I part

In this my case

I have only one plea:

Jesus Christ, he covers me

My soul's sin-sick nature,

for shame it reals,

clinging to death, hoping for life

weary from its self-inflicted strife

There is no flower,

no gently humming bee.

Dear God forgive me

I've forsaken me

Where is the absolute 

we all were told exists?

Where is love and life and right,

this supposed eternal bliss?

Where has your joy gone?

Your fellowship, your faith?

Where have my words fled to?

-Some muted and silent place

And still 'til death do I part,

in this my case,

I have only one plea:

Jesus Christ, he covers me.