The fear of my demise Dear Lord
Is not reason to pursue.
The pleasures of eternity
Fall short and empty too.
The Beauty of your face Dear Lord
Your marvelous mystique.
Is where and where alone my Lord
Is everything I seek.
The fear of my demise Dear Lord
Is not reason to pursue.
The pleasures of eternity
Fall short and empty too.
The Beauty of your face Dear Lord
Your marvelous mystique.
Is where and where alone my Lord
Is everything I seek.