If I have to live
thousand years,
I’ll spend my days to
lovely thee;
Walking soundly just
you and me,
With no one to hinder
and shears.
The road gets steep
as we pass through,
Getting harder as we
pursue.
Neither knight can
conquer terror,
Nor a hero can fight
horror.
But hear oh my
Savior, please come!
Cover me, put me in
your palm –
No one can say what’s
in the end;
In you alone – Oh, I
depend.
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