I tried to wander over the mountains and grasslands of life…
But you took my face in your hands and chained me with your
eyes…
I gave myself to you then, a lamb on the sacrificial altar…
Why should I weep now that you have pierced your dagger into
my heart?
You are my God and I am your offering…
The blood from my heart washes your feet…
I am no one to cry out…
Because I am an offering and you are my God…
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