A Fall from Grace

A fall from grace, a bitter song that mocks.
This wretched form is lost and left behind.
I wander through the bramble and the rocks,
and long for times bygone when I was blind.
Grace taught my heart to fear this dead valley,
how precious did that grace seem to me then.
The hour I first believed, it came to be:
and here I've wandered through and through again.
Succumbed have I to dangers, toils, and snares
at what such price is it to be restored?
The lord forsaketh me no more, nor cares
for it is I who doth forsake the lord.
When I've been here ten thousand years, this Hell
I'll have no fewer days than when I fell.