Words are not there for you
O Lord, but am sure you listen to me
In the rhythm of my heart, for sure
This pain of mine, you do see.
For all the blessing you gave to me
I walked against a wish of yours
Am sure you would let it be.
All the worldly pleasures that I steal,
But don’t remove me from the faith
I wish on my heart to bear, that holy seal.
Write for me, the water of the sacred stream,
I wish to drink it with my lips
To let my soul be pierced by the holy Beam.
Asking again, let me be a part of the plan
Give this wretched man a chance
To fight the holy war, be warrior of the clan.
I beg to cleanse my soul
Forgive me for my sins
Let me in my own way, for you, extol.
Friday, September 08, 2006
a sinner's prayer
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