The Godly Hour

I walked through the cemetery alone but with angels
I shed a tear for the departed of all ages.

A random picked grave to pray for and cry
The Lord has the answers so I ask him why.

I seize a moment of higher power
The silence around me in this Godly hour.

Home, home came the angels
I pray for the Earth and the story she tells.

I cried for the people that have been and gone
I listened to God and sang my song.

Why O' Lord do we suffer the losses
Help me understand the tears of the masses.

I take your hand as I pray for the lost
I realise that crying is an answer at most.

O' Lord. Please help me understand ......