This heart never stops wishing,
swear
kneel,
kneel,
uphold your name at every gate,
on each of your roofs and floors,
leaning on a strong sturdy pillar ... a weak soul helpless
in pallor and fear of love this is no man's land.
here's an orphan,
this is poor
this is Love
here's the wanderer,
in the embrace of the cold wind expecting Your Love
Your forgiveness ...
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