A Poets Tears of Porcelain -Virgin Black
As tears again bedew my cheek
To your knees I cling
Oh merciful one
Show me your glory
Was I not bruised
Have you not healed
They dance to silence
But your song I hear
Holy lord fathomless god
Tears flow
But the water is sweet
Holy lord fathomless god
I fall as one dead
With quivering lips
Blesed be priest and friend
All heavens bow
In mute admiration
Fathomless depth
Measureless height
Great is your holiness