Confused am I, the nights far spent,They've killed my Lord, left alone I resent.Unsure where to go with discontent, I denied my Lord, I’ admit.
I wake next day in fray and dismay, mourn and regret array my face. My Savior went, now I am spent, my boat I go, for moan and lament.
Oh what a day to gloom on the bay, to fish and forget my awful way, Jesus, tattered and torn, skin shredded away, into the grave He's gone away.
Of these past few years unsure to make, His blood has spilt, I've nothing to say. All of our days seemed bright and of cheer, what cometh tomorrow is blurred unclear.
I'll stand here and fish until I make sense, this confusion of which Jesus was sent. I've not beheld what tomorrow beholds, yet my dear Savior loves me, and much I know.