As I watch the setting sun,
My heart cries, what have we done?
Holiness has withdrawn its light
Exposing deceptions of the night
Angels guard a pearly gate
St. Peter holds a golden slate
Now all must kneel before His throne
Weeping comes, over what was sown
Judgement spoken with no relent
Unveiling sins, we did not repent
Your Holy Truth we failed to face
Now a hopeless void fills its place