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Speak to me O Lord of such things that I have never seen before
Speak to me O Lord of such things that I have never seen before I bow to your greatness and render myself feeble onto you Thus spoke the sons of perdition
And yet one of them stood alone, Under the dark trees of the night and they did nothing but cry aloud for that the Lord has been.
Cry glory glory glory. you are Lord of hosts and you alone A thought of synthesis, of changing Of growth All the Israelites railed against Moses and Aaron. “If only we had died in the land of Egypt,” the whole community shouted at them, “or if only we might die in this wilderness!” We must return to the place And yet in all our finite wisdom we do not know where that place is
And yet
There is so much to lose
So much to forget
Wir haben uns verändert
Speak to me, O Lord, about things I've never seen before I submit to your greatness and make myself weak before you This is what the sons of perdition said
Yet one of them stood alone, under the dark trees at night, crying out for the Lord's presence.
Cry glory, glory, glory. You are the Lord of hosts, and you alone A thought of coming together, of change Of growth All the Israelites complained against Moses and Aaron. 'If only we had died in Egypt,' the whole community shouted, 'or if only we could die in this wilderness!' We must go back to that place And yet, with all our limited wisdom we do not know where that place is
And yet
There is so much to lose
So much to forget
We have changed