(after Ernest Bloch's Prayer)
I
If You should come
Evening or morning
If You should come
Fasting, mourning,
All alone,
You'll find me here with You
If You should come
Waking, sleeping,
Working in fields
that You loaned to my keeping for life
You'll find me there with You
I love You
knowing You gave me
everything I could possess, my Lord
II
Lord in Heaven hear my pray'r
If You could know, my heart is so
I'm wrapped up in Your embrace as a moon's ache
is wrapped in the sun
in the sun... the sun.
III
Flightless wings
over my head
Empty space
under my bed
In the husk of an apple core
Lying withered on a dusty floor
Broken wings
over my head
Broken teeth
rot in my head
In the husk of an apple core
Lying withered on a dusty floor
In the gloom of a cellar room
Lies withered in the gloom
It won't be long before I'm with You
IV
What girl is this?
Modest and slender
What is this kiss?
Chaste and tender, she is Love![]()
You've brought her here with You
This winter's morn
Cold and sunny
Suddenly I heard a
cry made my heart jump for joy![]()
My only child is born!
I love him![]()
Give me a moment
Before I give him to You, my Lord.
© 1996, Dan Goorevitch
