O Lord of lords, O King of kings,
You pull my soul’s immortal strings.
You're leading me to pastures green,
To places, where I've never been:
To well that holds water of life,
To Son of Yours, who is the Light,
To faithful Shepherd of my soul,
He is my life's only true goal.
To King of Kings
© Copyright: Дмитрий Зигмундович, 2012
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