When I lose my way and go astray
When I slip and fall,
A hand lifts me up!
Isn’t that yours?
When I fight for my survival
About to be disarmed and defeated
An armory Impenetrable for the enemy- sword comes from nowhere
And covers my chest
Isn’t that yours ?
When my hands go weak and the boat doesn’t move ,
The waves nears to swallow me
The shore moves towards me;
Aren’t you that shore ?
Will you my Lord ,
When my eyes fail to see, ears fail to hear,
Come close , very close to me,
And play your flute, go on playing
To cheer me up and lift me up ?