The bleating Lamb,
Doth call me in the night,
His white wool hair warms me and I talk awhile with Him.
Rescue me this day my Lord,
Just as all other days,
Since your hand print embedded itself upon my heart.
You the Lamb,
Return innocence to my sin sick soul,
Restore calm to me amidst the trials of this lost world.
Doth call me in the night,
His white wool hair warms me and I talk awhile with Him.
Rescue me this day my Lord,
Just as all other days,
Since your hand print embedded itself upon my heart.
You the Lamb,
Return innocence to my sin sick soul,
Restore calm to me amidst the trials of this lost world.
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