Oh, you are the guiding light of my soul.
When I see your lovely form
my love for you cuts through the darkness in my soul.
For my soul would live in perpetual night without you.
Oh, my heart beats out its eternal love song
in its fervent haunted desire for you.
Oh, you are a dark and haunting beauty.
A thing from a far off exotic land.
Oh, how your face and form
has worked its way deep into my memory
and has ever become part of my mind and soul.
Oh, at night I pursue you
ever and ever through my dreams
through the dark night of my soul
where hope for your love
is ever a light for my feet
that I stumble not along my way.
Oh, in the morning light
when my eyes flutter open
Oh, the pain and deep longing I feel
for the want of you by my side.
Oh, cast me not aside my precious angel.
For how can you know? Oh, how can you know
how all hope in life is in my love for you
and I would be but a pitiful lost soul without you
like a blind and forlorn beggar
that has forever lost his way.

Oh, you are my savior
the one who keeps me alive
for your love is the only thing
that keeps this cruel and selfish world
form devouring my soul.
Oh, you are my only wellspring of life
an angel sent down from heaven.
Your gentle word and smallest care
is life to me.
Oh, how those word mean so much to me
"I love you."
Far more than the finest silver and gold.
Oh, if I have not the hope of your love
then my life is no more
as though the doors of life have all closed
and I face eternal winter in my soul.
Oh, my lovely angel
shine down on me
with your heart and precious smile.
For your love and smallest care
does bring my soul to life
and let me live as a song
in your heart forever
as you live in mine.

Oh, how in this cruel and loveless world
selfish men walk by and are blind to the helpless beggar
holding out a withered hand
begging food to sustain his hollow and shattered life.
Oh, who among all the sons of men
look with love on their fellow man
to touch and unwither the withered hand
and unshatter a poor beggar's shattered and broken ankle.
To make the broken body whole again.
Of the one they laid at the beautiful gate
but could not make his life so.
Oh, how two men with love in there hearts
redeemed and taught by the one who is love
as they passed through their temple gate
did with the touch of a hand
restored the shattered and broken leg
bone to bone made straight again.
Oh, a hollow and shattered life
and the shattered and broken leg
silver and gold can never restore
but only the power of love and grace
from the one who is love
channeled through the touch of Peter's hand.
Oh, then the chains of the poor man's flesh
that bound him tight were broken.
leaping and dancing and weeping for joy
a new life given to him
and praising the maker who made him
the one who breather into him the very breathe of life.
As all the people dumb and unbelieving
that which their eyes did see
could only stand and wonder
that such a thing could be
by the touch of a single man's hand
and all the people wondering
that such a thing on earth could ever be
and Peter speaking, "Oh, why do you wander on this so?
Don't you know the power to heal any poor man
did flow from the lovely hand of the son of man
from the one who is love.
The man you hated so
the one who's body you left all tattered and torn
the one whose tongue never said a cross word to any man
the one you hung from a tree for all to see.
Oh, you killed the one who is love that day
and the one who was love died for the love of you all.
Oh, how you cursed his name
and with spikes you drove through his hands
as blood from his limp body ran down the tree
and stained its wood scarlet red.
Oh, the one so long expected
spoken from days of old.
the one come to save you through his dying hand.
Oh, the one who brought dead men to life
you hung dead for all to see
in place of such a man who killed so many
with his savage and murderous hand.

Oh, when I look into your eyes
I see an image of the heavens above
the stars glittering in your eyes like diamonds in the sky.
Oh, Your face and lovely form
reminds me of some distant enchanted land.
Oh, at night my tears fall upon my pillow
for the want of your love.
You are as a field of flowers
growing upon a hill side
on the bright shores of heaven.
Oh, you are a haunting tune  played from a Violin
in the midnight hour
upon the haunting shores of heaven.
Oh, you are a creature exotic wild and lovely
and I follow you to the ends of creation
for you ever hold my heart in the palm of your hand
and send it beating in a wild race
to dance its savage dance
on a wild race to the ends of ecstasy.
Oh, if your heart were an endless path
winding its way through a dark forest
then  I am forever and ever lost
with no hope of ever finding my way.
Oh, your lovely face and form
has forever enslaved my heart
in invisible shackles
to be your slave forever.

Oh, you are my life
and without you I am a dead thing
for without you I will bring
my poor life to a short end
and I will ride on a chariot
to the underworld.
Oh, the pain of my heart break
is far more then I can bear.
Oh, when I look upon you
my heart's longing is more than I can bear.
You are the beginning of my soul's creation
and your loss will be it's ending.
Oh, when I hear the gentle rain
and gentle clash of thunder
of a soft summer rain
it reminds me of your gentle fingertips
upon my face
and the gentle sound of your voice
more lovely than the voice of the song birds in spring.
Oh, my heart is connected to you
by tiny invisible threads stronger than steel.
Oh, if you take all hope of love from me
my heart and soul will depart with you
and I shall be a hollow empty thing
as though my heart were a drum
with a hollow ringing sound.
Oh, your love and gentle touch
is as a gentle breeze
blown across my face
from a summer's rain.
All my breathe and all my hope
I find within you.
you are an everlasting song sung by my heart.
A song of hope and pleading.
Oh, let me love you.
This I only ask.
You are my only desire
and without you all hope is gone.

Oh, you are my savior
for your love
and the warm beating of your heart
is all that keeps me alive.
For without you I would be
but a poor dying thing.
Oh, you are my very beginning and end
for my soul knows your name
and comes alive at the sound of your voice.
Oh, to my eyes
your face shines more lovely
than all the stars the heavens can hold.
Oh, with your love I can bear anything
endure anything!
But oh, without you
my heart and spirit is but a poor dead thing
a mere lump of dead clay.
Oh, how I can never find the words
to tell of the world you mean to me.
That you are the very life of my soul
and that with every beat of my heart
it beats for you.
That you are the very beginning  and ending of my soul
that all the love within my heart
can be found within you.
And that without you
my heart and soul would dry and wither
like some dying rose.
And I would suffer endless pain
in the torture chamber of my soul.

Oh, you are deep inside my soul
and how I love you beyond reason.
You are my love beyond love!
Some nights I die in my soul
my heart breaking.
Oh, how I break down and cry for your love!
Can you ever understand
what goes on in this man?
Oh, how I would die just to hold your hand.
Oh, how I push my love over the borderline!
Your love is my life
and without it I'm just a dying man.
Oh, how want of your love
tears every fiber of my brain!
Oh, how I love you
beyond my heart and soul!
Oh, your touch is more precious
than the finest gold.
Oh, without your love
the world turns to a nightmare
all black and dreadful
all pain and foreboding
in the darkest night.
But with the touch of your fingertips
my heart and soul come to life
and the world is filled
with the sweet fragrance of your love
and a love song for you
drifts from an open door
to the depths of my heart
a song of my eternal devotion to you.
Oh, with your love there is life!
And without you there can only be death
to hold you in my arms
is heaven on earth
and to be devoid of your love
only the pits of hell!