to the window-sill of my room,
where the angry wind breaks through
from within the room to without,
coming as it were from the storm of my heart.
It rushes out into the open air,
rattling and breaking the window panes behind it,
and crumbling the rotting autumn leaves beneath it.
Screaming, screaming, screaming, and more screaming.
Welcome to the Neitherlands,
Where there is neither the pleasure you sought nor the peace you despair for.
"Rock and no water"
Wakefulness and no rest
Laughter and no joy
Welcome to the Neitherlands
Here you will find nothing that will comfort you.
Speak to me of God, and I shall faint
Yet speak to me still.
In the late afternoon while the world takes its undeserved siesta,
I leave,
Leaving a sad, broken world behind me.
I could not save it
But I know one who can, who has, who will.
Evening falls. This is the way the world begins.
In the new morning
All the world is new again
And I find the hope and rest I seek
In Thee
Speak to me of God,
In these sullen Neitherlands,
And I shall faint.
Yet speak to me still, for I need
Him who heals broken worlds
To heal my broken heart
Speak to me
Speak
Lead me out, out, out
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