In the far, forgotten lands,
By the world’s last gulf of night,
Gasps a naked human soul,
Writhing up and falling back,
Screaming for a God who cares.
In the far, forgotten lands,
By the world’s last gulf of night,
Batlike creatures vex the gloom
And whimper as they shudder by:
“Is there any God who cares?”
In the far, forgotten lands,
By the world’s last gulf of night,
Walks the cross-stained Nazarene,
Searching ever for his own
On the crumbling edge of hell.
In the far, forgotten lands,
By the world’s last gulf of night,
There He wanders, all alone,
Dragging bleeding hearts from hell
With the whisper: “God does care!”
--_The Independent._
(1007)