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| Tuesday, 11 April 2006 21:39 |
FindI found myself in the lily of a girl singing, Who would say that there were? I found you in the heart of an elderly woman and in the fervor of announcing your word; I found myself in the most simple, there were, where angels praise you and men fear, I found you in the backyard of a house, in the temple of your promise, you chose where to find me. I found you, but you should find me, I found you, and there was nothing, Only You, there was no image, was not necessary. I found flowers blooming of praise to your name, lives redeemed by thy hand; Found that there .... ... and I was shocked. Almost fled in shame from my sin!, But I took in your Regas, and behold I found your sacrifice, (Your voice in my ears:) "Do not run, which I repaid with blood, your crimes. " |