O my Lord I try and understand
as I gaze upon your shroud
where you became a being of light
ascending to heaven upon a cloud...

I see bloodstained image of crucified man
who wore crown on thorns upon His head
a face of such peaceful slumber
every pain you suffered can be read..

O my Lord much like you
love has left me crucified
I wear my own crown of thorns
I search for love and have been denied..

I see the face of death's giving
true I have loved and lost
send me a woman among the living
my arms around her spread like a cross..

Lead me out of this garden tomb
alone in my bed of impregnated linen
praying for love and my sins forgiven
and a love to be forever shrouded in Turin..