How quickly I’ve moved

By evil’s guise subdued

A gift that’s full of wonder

By folly is torn asunder

Imagines of sacred plans

Sinful man’s hands

The Spirit wheeled away

From precious gifts, I stray

Won’t you please return?

With earnest, I yearn

Led away each solitary day

Without You, there is no hope

I cannot begin cope

I will wait for You

Each pressing hour

Alive with You

Sans, I am lour

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