If this which I know a lie
Resounds within me, setting every nerve aflame,
Coursing quick in my blood
Roaring in my heart
Is the truth or am I askew?
Surely my heart must be restrung,
Veins pumped with scalding reality.
Test them not by feel, for my sense of touch has strayed.
Until I am mended, faith must lead
And heart follow, obedient to its cross