This Holy Heresy

Артур Марьясов
Forgive me, Lord, this heresy,
It’s not for me I ask of Thee.
A soul’s desire has come to be:
To heal with eyes, for all to see.
So with a glance, a simple gaze
At strangers in the worldly maze,
Both far and near, in many ways,
To fill their hearts with kinder days.

Without a touch, without a word,
With no sweet speeches to be heard,
To see them changed, their spirits stirred,
By Your own blessing, Lord, conferred.

Forgive me, Lord, this heresy,
It’s not for me I ask of Thee.
A soul’s desire has come to be:
To heal with eyes, for all to see.
So with a glance, a simple gaze
At strangers in the worldly maze,
Both far and near, in many ways,
To fill their hearts with kinder days.

Without a touch, without a word,
With no sweet speeches to be heard,
To see them changed, their spirits stirred,
By Your own blessing, Lord, conferred.


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