A song I go singing, to You I sing.
Whether You hear or not, I don't know.
I set tune afloat on a shoreless stream.
Night and day for Your sake,
A song current just cascades.
Having circled its edifice, untamed,
I paint color on a tranquil breeze.
At Your smiling altar's base,
Sprawling prostrate, offering is raised.
In linguistic blossoms is a heart's tale;
I imbue with pollen's honey.
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Perhaps my Omnipresent Lord, lovingly will He listen.
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