I want to hold your secret hand and cry Your touch will open up the heavy sky. Your warmth will draw the sorrow from my spirit, Because the silence of your love can hear it Your secret, silent arms around my heart, Your sweet and wordless patience will impart No sound advice, but silently my breast Enfold in understanding, peace and rest. I cherish each dear moment by your mount. To you my broken heart is offered up A vessel, full but empty; salty fount Of waters falling precious in your cup. Oh Lord, in this one moment let me live. And other moments graciously forgive.