In this building I meet other followers of your word.
In these byways I hear voices
I know I�ve never heard. In my mind
I need to get my hands upon an end.

In my room, without you now (Lord)
let my firmness bend.
Does she taste as sweet as she is to me in her love?
Can I hold her through the wicked storm I�m knowing of?
Will she fondly turn her eye to see me in my chair?

Will she come and lay her lengthy finger on my hair?
In this place I see a hundred others just like me:
big and bold,
and firm foundation, resolute and free.

Why do I fear a challenge? Why do I fear age?
It�s a moment, sound and strangle, writ upon a page!
Take my hand, take my harm, and hold it to your jaw.
Wrap my head in burly cloth and stroke it with your paw.

Be forgiving, wisdom-doling, merciless and great.
Single me out from the others with whom I relate.
Though they�re like-minded, keep
Our hours finally Us alone.
And hold me as the fire
that brought us chars
and takes us home