For John Bernard Fields

There is nothing left to say

There is nothing left to do

I'll my Tears and Prayers

All my pleading

You will be where you are to be

And I

I will be who I can be

Without you to help me

And even now

Lazarus can still rise from the dead

And so can you

But not by my might

Nor by my power

So I am

I am powerless and small

With all power and small faith

And yet

I still know not his ways

Mine are not His

And His are not mine

The end

I hope not