🔵 By Steven Newell. Photo by lauragrafie.
I will sing like a troubadour,
Thy love alone have I transgress.
Mine enemies set forth open door
To provoke war, and thwart my race.
Thy word promises: transgressor
Abides under shadow of grace.
Mine enemies set forth open door
To provoke war, and thwart my race.
Worn and weary, without valor,
I stand in shame with downcast face.
Thy word promises: transgressor
Abides under shadow of grace.
Worn and weary, without valor,
I stand in shame with downcast face.
Unto thy wings will I flee for;
He that dwelleth in secret place
Thy word promises: transgressor
Abides under shadow of grace.
Unto thy wings will I flee for;
He that dwelleth in secret place
Shall not be snared by the fowler,
Nor by the noisome pestilence.
Thy word promises: transgressor
Abides under shadow of grace.