Sifted out like grain Touched by the fire again The day turns into darkness I drown my despair Where is my hope and comfort? Do I have strength of stone? I long to see your face Take me out of this place Teach me and I will be quiet Show me where I have been wrong How painful are honest words What do your arguments prove? Surely I speak of those things I do not understand Therefore I despise myself And repent in dust and ash Where is my hope and comfort? Do I have strength of stone? I long to see your face Take me out of this place