Come on, girl,
Be nearby my body,
I’m gliding the surface of Faith
Without any substance I made
Beyond flesh bloody
My road is cloudy
My life counts down year by year
To get thro’ this tunnel to hear
A Word Of Your Lord
A Word Of Your Lord
Wo, Lord,
I’m feeling your presence
Now my eyes are out of my soul
But seeing and touching at all
Your Great Love’s Brilliance
Where my earthy path ends
Where clouds are perfectly clear
To get thro’ this tunnel to hear
A Word Of Your Lord
A Word Of Your Lord
1992
A Word Of Your Lord
© Copyright: Павел Перьев, 2008
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