My Lord

 My Lord

 

To whom time bows,

You who makes the valleys brim up,

With the grass and ivy,

The stretch of time,

From sun up and to sun down,

Is a breath,

Or rolls out the red carpet of eternity,

I sing of your glory,

Filling my chest with sweet melodies,

Bringing hope and peace,

My heart beats like the drums,

In an ensemble making joyous noise,

My mouth is shouting praises,

My feet carry me swiftly,

To the house of my Lord.

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