~conditioner
May 10th, 2003, 04:57 AM
If it be your will
that I speak no more
And my voice be still
as it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will'
If it be your will
that a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will to let me sing
if it be your will
if there is a choice
let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
let your mercys fill
among these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will to make us well
and draw us near
and bind us tight
all our children heal
in their rags of light
in our rags of light'
all dressed to kill\ and in this night
If it be your will
that I speak no more
And my voice be still
as it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will'
If it be your will
that a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will to let me sing
if it be your will
if there is a choice
let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
let your mercys fill
among these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will to make us well
and draw us near
and bind us tight
all our children heal
in their rags of light
in our rags of light'
all dressed to kill\ and in this night
If it be your will