Charity

Charity holds her head in different ways than i’d imagined it In laurels of glory
In all of the things she says
I’m bound to hang my head
In laurels of glory
Love me Forget me not
Hold me up Holy Rock
You, who’d passion never fades
Who will never pass away
We see the gifts You bring
How lovely! how lovely!
Whisper
Say my name
All i’ve dreamed
Remain unchanged
From the heavens out to here
So inspired and so clear
I hear Your voice and sing «how lovely, lovely!»
Poke my finger in Your side
And give an eye to how the blood it drips
Who am i to ever doubt?
Open my mouth and hope to shout
Heyya!