Tuesday, December 22, 1998

Prayer

(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

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