Darkness blotting out the sun,

The line of life and death undone,

Blind were we to our destiny

To forget our fate, our mortality.

It seems so pointless to live and let lie

When the world as we know it is preparing to die.

How foolish, how small, how very naive,

The Devil must think us so easy to deceive.

Oh Lord, we beseech and plea to thee

To guide the tethered most humbly,

To face the end by preparing the way

Armed by our faith, we will live as we pray.