The night it is merely beginning
Spirit’s light upon tears of praise
I will forever be lost in Your eyes
Glistening reminders all through the night
These tears of St Lawrence
The Lion’s gift to welcome the night
This treasure found in the darkest of place.
Meant for you and me
Subjected to futility and small things
Ordained for a much grander destiny
Glistening reminders all through the night
These tears of St Lawrence
The Lion’s gift to welcome the night
This treasure found in the darkest of place.
The night it is merely beginning
Spirit’s light upon tears of praise
I will forever be lost in Your eyes
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