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
Anon's Record 