On the moment that your tears would fall,
On Him you should only crawl
On your tongue that full of spices,
On your heart that turns to pieces
In every single day that comes,
In every sadness and joy that grows
In every light that fades,
In Him nothing but crowns
Every cry is precious,
Every tears are gracious,
Every fear are glorious,
Every shame are pleases
On Him that gives light,
On Him that gives bright,
On Him that gives delight,
On One most being's might
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