Drowning Man - Greenslade

The drowning man doth clutch at straws:

While he breathes through open pores

His thoughts rush back;

To daring God to show his face

And giving back his daily grace

To show he is Man

Fortunes of war pass through his head

And images of comrades dead

Forgive us all our trespasses

As we do not forgive;

Enough to see the straws for us

And all our thoughts rush back