Saturday, April 25, 2015

When Thou Commandest Me To Sing It Seems

When Thou Commandest Me To Sing It Seems That
My Heart Would Break With Pride; And I Look To Thy Face,
And Tears Come To My Eyes.

All That Is Harsh And Dissonant In My Life Melts Into One Sweet Harmony
And My Adoration Spreads Wings Like A Glad Bird On Its Flight Across The Sea.

I Know Thou Takest Pleasure In My Singing.
I Know That Only As A Singer I Come Before Thy Presence.

I Touch By The Edge Of The Far-spreading Wing Of My Song
Thy Feet Which I Could Never Aspire To Reach.

Drunk With The Joy Of Singing I Forget Myself
And Call Thee Friend Who Art My Lord.

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