D
Dovid
Guest
For all have sinned,
and sin--again
I break my knees to pray.
Converse with G-d?
I the fraud
repeat all yesterdays.
In the morn, I
feel reborn--and
Righteous, though by grace.
Clothed in white, I
fight my fight
or invoke my sinful ways.
So that when night comes
and years, and years,
I seek my secret place.
and sin--again
I break my knees to pray.
Converse with G-d?
I the fraud
repeat all yesterdays.
In the morn, I
feel reborn--and
Righteous, though by grace.
Clothed in white, I
fight my fight
or invoke my sinful ways.
So that when night comes
and years, and years,
I seek my secret place.