The Sleeve
The sleeve is torn
The one I lay my heart on
Ragged, threadbare, and worn...
I long for you O Lord,
Long to be seen,
To be redeemed by Love's great mystery...
Let the Son rise in my soul...let your river overflow
Let your Spirit burn so bright,
And drive away the night!
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