The Snow in My Hand

I've seen them, so dark
Black and yet fine
The flower they carry
Had once been mine

Get away from me, man of stories
Robe of lies
Stay far from me, I lie to myself
I, I need help, but not from you or your father
No Jesus Christ, who's my saviour?

Lose myself in God's death
No, I can't bear all this pain

I had watched the snow all day falling
It never lets up, all day falling
I lifted my voice and wept out loud