transform me
perform in me
the work of the ages
brings me to high placesfalling here
draw me near
open hands imploring
open heart adoringtransform me
left to my own devices
they fail me
seeking out the wisest
but waiting
just like the wheat
dies, buried
harvest complete
and I’m carried
transform me
perform in me
the work of the ages
brings me to high placesfalling here
draw me near
open hands imploring
open heart adoringtransform me
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