كلمات Wisdom; The Gateway Of Liberty

My soul longs for you lord in this dry and weary land Fill this vessel for your fame Beaten and bruised by those i once called friend You are god of my strength, i will not mourn Wisdom and truth i seek from you If this tree bears fruit i give it back to you Make my motives pure and my heart steadfast Lead me by your will, in you i will hope What hope is there? there is but one I do not possess the will to follow on my own Only with your aid can i achieve your plan for me I do not possess the will to follow on my own Wisdom and truth i seek from you If this tree bears fruit i give it back to you My hands have toiled through thistle and thorn