Nothing to Lose

Caught, falling down that endless plain
how could one say they've not changed?
Everything, everywhere needs Your touch.

Father, please repair these broken hearts
though we're the ones who tore them apart.
All of these keys are returned to You.

So there's nothing to lose.
We've all got to choose.

What Good?

What good is a candle
when you really need flame?
And what good is a glass
when you really need rain?

What good is a storm
when you wish for a breeze?
What good is the pain
when all you want is ease?

What good is the thread
when rope is what you need?
What good is the hole?
The ground should be under your feet.

What good is a memory
when all they do is hurt?
What good is hiding
when life just will not wait?