Truth is sweet, and the Heavens say: Sweeter than the honey!
It is soft, even when it hurts the pride.
Delightful, be it sounding fierce or sore.
The raw truth, it smashes the deluded heart,
but the simplicity...
it is so gentle, restoring souls to what they really are.
Such trustworthy hands! How I love the way they hold me and guide!
When I am resting in their embrace, there is always light.
Such strong hands! In the Cross you are raised,
and I am fixed to the ground.
Not forever.
Oh, mouth of the Word, say only once
and I also will be free.
It is soft, even when it hurts the pride.
Delightful, be it sounding fierce or sore.
The raw truth, it smashes the deluded heart,
but the simplicity...
it is so gentle, restoring souls to what they really are.
Such trustworthy hands! How I love the way they hold me and guide!
When I am resting in their embrace, there is always light.
Such strong hands! In the Cross you are raised,
and I am fixed to the ground.
Not forever.
Oh, mouth of the Word, say only once
and I also will be free.
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