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I keep the book but cannot read the text Unless you come, and write it in my heart, Unless you help me read it through my tears And hear me out, and, hearing, heal my hurt.
I keep the book but cannot read the text Unless you come, and write it in my heart, Unless you help me read it through my tears And hear me out, and, hearing, heal my hurt.
A day Spent in an empty church has been as full Of goodness as an age elsewhere. I feel Its peace refresh me like a holy well.
Yet he gives us wings To rise to him, and gives us words to sing, If we’ll forsake our vain imaginings And recognise our risen Lord and King.
He did not stay amongst the cloudy symbols Of abstract speculation but became The cosmic cornerstone. And so all angles
Release Me from the cycle of revenge and bring My soul into the haven of your peace.
de profundis,
For this is Babylon. Our captors take The best in us the moment it is born. But Babylon will fall! We will awake!
