Storms of doubt everywhere.
Skies of doom. Does anybody care?
By our efforts we hide our sin.
All our works won't get anybody in!
Feet stuck deep in the mud of doubt.
"Doomed for hell" our enemy does shout.
All our good deeds won't get anybody out.
Gasping in water as we thrash about.
Lord, only You can stop the spout.
Losing sight of the road we're on.
Lost our way now that everybody's gone.
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