Deaf from all the clamour…All caught up in the jeer…The world’s Division and derision…St.Peter won’t you cut off my ears…
I’m off… yearning for some silence… refine my heart and be still… all this modern-day violence to me… doesn’t bring a thrill…
I’m ready for some soft summer winds …with rain forest rain…I’m ready for it all Lord.. but first I remember your pain…
Pooling below your ancient cross… blood once in your vein… the sky went dark for three hours… as you overcame death our enemy… and began your Eternal reign….
