You know, dear, that when I sing
It is your voice that I am hearing
It is your language
Old and echoing
And you know, friend, that when I falter
Freeze in the face of this we can't alter
It is all that I know to have changed in you
It makes me work harder
You know, love, that I hold you highest
Though I stray and I strugle
And often deny it
It is your mercy beacon
Of which I'm abiding
