In the morning
When I began to wake,
It happened again–
That feeling
That you, Beloved,
Had stood over me all night
Keeping watch,
That feeling
That as soon as I began to stir
You put Your lips on my forehead
And lit a Holy lamp
Inside my heart.
In the morning
When I began to wake,
It happened again–
That feeling
That you, Beloved,
Had stood over me all night
Keeping watch,
That feeling
That as soon as I began to stir
You put Your lips on my forehead
And lit a Holy lamp
Inside my heart.