Stand tall before thine wings of love.
Hands clasped together by way of prayer.
Persuasion offered in a psalm.
Oh holy lord take hold my hand.
For I offer you my arm as an olive branch of peace.
The words offered to my soul, seemed always out of reach.
Maybe the time is nigh.
Dear sweet father, listen to my fears, for I'm not scared to die.
Have no fear of dying.
Crying in advance.
With he,
The lord of the holy dance.
(C) LIVVI