Fain Would I Reach My Home
With a rope of untwisted thread am I towing a boat upon the ocean.
Where will my God hear? Will He carry even me over?
Like water in goblets of unbaked clay do I slowly waste away.
My soul is in a dizzy whirl. Fain would I reach my home.
Where will my God hear? Will He carry even me over?
Like water in goblets of unbaked clay do I slowly waste away.
My soul is in a dizzy whirl. Fain would I reach my home.
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