Behold Me Lord

It is true everything bows down on thee
As the stones keep aside when thy shadow breeze
And the trees nod for thy steps in peace
And the hearts of joy upon thee to flee
When I gain my coin of life in the dream of gloom
With a diamond of lies sparkling on my dome
And the top of my head looking up to thy home
Then I start to know I dig out my tomb
Behold me Lord,
Behold me Lord,
This trembling soul cries from the black land of hope
Crawls with the dust of sin squeezing my throat

Behold me Lord …
Behold me Lord …



Yogyakarta, October 2004