In times of my total spiritual loss
I thought human kindness so rare
And desperately loathed my backbreaking cross
As if I were going nowhere.
Then all of a sudden you lit up my way
And took prison all of my grieves
Exiling my sorrowing shadows away
Like shameless pathetic thieves.
What is it if not Lord's Amazing Grace
When wretches get eyesight again?
My Herald, receive unassuming praise:
Your effort is not in vain.
If hope for atonement eternal springs,
Forgotten be all disarray.
Please show me magic in earthly things,
My sweet long-awaited May.
Майе
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