How Deep Must We Dig?
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I drink misery
Happiness I only get to taste
Gnei I reap with a scythe
By hands I pick spikes of delight
In sorrow I tramp constantly
Rarely do I get to lay my feet
Onto the soil of joy
My misery is absolute, my sorrow unambiguous
My happiness is dubious, my delight inconstant
Barely any bliss is free from false and vile
I must be poor and live in dearth
To be able to show true gratitude
And to be able to have patience
I must be forlorn and tormented
How deep must we dig, and yet
How impure is the gold that we find
Your grace may crowd into the depths of my soul
But it does not make it unsoiled
Your chastisement might burn deep into the core
Yet I won't get rid of what is spoiled
You let the rain fall upon me
It doesn't always melt my harshness
You light your blaze within me
But not always burn away the dross
You leal my wounds, still the scars remain
The scars remain, scars still remain
My misery is absolute, my sorrow unambiguous
My happiness is dubious, my delight inconstant
"It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.
I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners." (Mark 2:17)
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