Under stars in the heavens,
And before Your crown,
Dear God of love,
I come to You now:
With each prayer, every question,
Crucified ‘neath my brow,
And the tears falling in,
Should be pouring out;
So, let the case be opened;
Hear my fervent cry,
When each word as a hem,
To emotion draws nigh –
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