Too tired to be original; full of dark thoughts around my next preach: ÒDon't weep for me; weep for yourselves and for your children.Ó Found something fittingly gritty someone posted on the freshworship lentblog - "Anthem" by Leonard Cohen:
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.