My plea, unwritten on my face, I bring,
From you, my Lord, what can I truly ask?
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord,
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord.
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord,
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord.
The cracks, the fissures etched upon my soul,
Mend, O my Lord, the fate that takes its toll.
To your door I bow, to ashes I descend, reborn,
To your door I bow, to ashes I descend, reborn.
Mend, O my Lord, the fate that takes its toll,
Mend, O my Lord, the fate that takes its toll.
Who comes to you, to bend and bow,
Finds counsel, joy, in every brow.
Who comes to you, to bend and bow,
Finds counsel, joy, in every brow.
Thirst they brought, and from the door,
The distant rain, they’d long implore,
The distant rain, they’d long implore,
And drenched, they saw.
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord,
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord.
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord,
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord.
The cracks, the fissures etched upon my brow,
Mend, O my Lord, the fate that takes its vow.
My Lord, who comes to you, to bend and bow,
Finds counsel, joy, in every brow.
Who comes to you, to bend and bow,
Finds counsel, joy, in every brow.
A fragrance lingered, sweet and strange,
I wandered, lost, a dusty range.
I burned, I yearned, until, at last,
Your street I found, the die was cast.
Your street I found, the die was cast.
Within me, that fragrance, you did cast,
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord,
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord.
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord,
My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, my Lord.
To shatter, break, is all I know,
To bloom anew, a seed to sow,
In prostration now, I'll stay,
In prostration now, I'll stay.
From you, I will not stray.
From you, I will not stray.
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