Testo di A Poet's Tears Of Porcelain

As tears again bedew my cheek To your knees I cling Oh merciful one Show me your glory Was I not bruised? Have you not healed? They dance to silence But your song I hear Holy lord, fathomless God Tears flow But the water is sweet Holy lord, fathomless God I fall as one dead With quivering lips Blessed be, priest and friend All heavens bow In admiration Fathomless depth Measureless height Great is your holiness