Without you this yearning keeps turning.
In the stillness of alone I am left to ponder where I've wandered,
I hear all the noise of the house that creaks and my soul that reeks,
my schemes take flight and with pride- i fight.
Lord- Devastate my plans,
give me quiet time until my threads are shed
and your peace transcends this yearning that rends.
In the stillness of alone I am left to ponder where I've wandered,
I hear all the noise of the house that creaks and my soul that reeks,
my schemes take flight and with pride- i fight.
Lord- Devastate my plans,
give me quiet time until my threads are shed
and your peace transcends this yearning that rends.
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