When I think of my tired feet
Then let me think of my Lover's
Nail-pierced at the cross
Burnished and walking the streets of heaven
When I'm afraid to open my eyes
Then let me think of my Lover's
Burning and searching
Passionate and gripping
When I cry for you
Then let my tears fall as incense
Into the bowl of prayers of the saints
In God's very throne room.
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