A Praise

Praise be to You when the mourning sun shines
When the world meets quake and the plight divine
Still I am the branch, and You are my vine
My life is sinking in your sea of sweetest wine

Praise be to You when the sun is midway
Let my praise last from midnight to midday
Let Your cross be my eternal survey
As I dance upon this land of dismay

Praise be to You with the dead-beat moon
My head shall have rest in the hour soon
Pillow and cotton as You softly croon
And create the disappearance of my wound

Praise be to You, always till forever
Through every breath and chaos endeavour
Let us sing a new song in time and together
On the day we sing Your name till the end of ever