Hands of vengeance turn to love my fragile heart.
With blood-stained arms You hold me through moon-dark night.
With fiercest strength You keep me as death-spears fly.
You speak my name and I know I am for You.
I speak Your Name through the night and cling for life.
Beneath these groans, we unite; we die and live.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
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