In shadowed realms, from my hidden nest,
No path appears in veins of crimson pressed.
You wove my tale among my rivals' spite,
Each drop of me yearns for your heavenly light.
Oh, God, my Master, my Friend, my Lord,
Bestow such grace, your mercy outpoured.
Oh, God, my Master, my Friend, my Lord,
Bestow such grace, your mercy outpoured.
Oh, God, my Master, Oh, God, my Master.
A fog descends, embracing skies above,
Yet eyes refuse to gaze, rejecting love.
Though cries of judgment rise, a plaintive plea,
My breath, unwavering, finds no lethargy.
You are my courage in this tempest's fright,
My refuge in this ocean, dark as night.
My fragile boat, what longing now it feels,
Oh, God, my Master, my Friend, my Lord,
Bestow such grace, your mercy outpoured.
Oh, God, my Master, Oh, God, my Master.
What test is this, of faith I hold so dear?
I've borne the storms, endured each falling tear.
Like leaves detached from trees, I've flown,
Lost in the gales, relentlessly blown.
My caravan, now, destiny's design,
A nomad's path, a wandering divine.
Each drop of me yearns for your heavenly light.
Oh, God, my Master, my Friend, my Lord,
Bestow such grace, your mercy outpoured.
Oh, God, my Master, Oh, God, my Master.
Oh, God, my Master, Oh, God, my Master.
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