We’re all innocent in here
Say the men who’ve been taken away
Why all of this evil and pain God
It surely can’t be something we’ve done
Criminals have yet to be given justice
Awaiting a trial a long way away
Enjoying the sunshine and wind through their fingers
Naive and unaware
Like a tree with rebellious branches
Is pruned to flourish again
The seeds that died and fell to the ground
Sprang to life after winter had passed
Like a child made to sit in a corner
Crying with fits full of rage
Or beautiful pottery smashed into pieces
There’s something wrong with this place
Sometimes it takes everything to be broken
For us to realize it was nothing at all
Sometimes it takes painful discipline for us
To Know we are loved after all
Adorn the Gospel 