Precious Child I

Forever, I will call on you, my lord.

From this lonely mountain, I cry to you.

My tears, cover all  lands and its creatures

Please answer me, I am a destitute.

In my own flood, I fall asleep, floating.

I hear you when you call onto me child,

From mountains afar, salvation I bring.

I’ll wipe away your tears and make fountains

Of purified living water to replenish

Your weary body, for my child, is tired.

Sleep my dear, morning will clear all sorrows.

In your embrace, I am so truly loved.

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