IN THE ROOMS WHERE GOOD MEN LAY DYING
In the rooms where good men lay dying
The air is foul and vile
The doors are locked from the inside
And no one can hear the crying.
In the rooms where good men lay dying
You can’t beat death with a smile
The walls are steeped in innocent blood
And love has given up trying.
In the rooms where good men lay dying
All is filled with the empty husks of life
No just battles are ever won here
And the air is overburdened with strife.
No light will ever come in by chance
While God’s angels patiently keep the score
The demons play outside and dance
In the space beyond the door.
In the rooms where good men lay dying
The cries and noise of this world can enter not
Only voices of angels, saints and martyrs are heard
Comforting them still living but not to be disturbed.
Closed off from this nasty world of pain and sin
Where war and crime and violence win
These rooms were made to save the saved
Returning to an eternity of God’s love forever deserved.
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