Lord, all the plans I tried are burned to ash
and all the sighs I sighed are burned to ash
and all the tears I cried are burned to ash
and all the lies I lied are burned to ash;
the finished bonfires of my old disgrace.
And then you dig them over in your soil
and overturn my will for forty days
and some new page turns over in my heart
and all my sin turns over in my mind
and all my dug-in demons overturn
and you dig over all my sad, old soil
while forty ash-dry days and nights go by
until I have a new earth to begin.