Baskadia

I yearned for wine 🍷 that joy may fuller be

Found I sorrow burning in my sunken soul

Without thee hath no greater joy man shouldest breathe

I drown! I drown! deep in thy love - and give back that I didst owe!

I bury now, in deep earth my pride - my ego

That hast made thou hid thy face aloft

I cast down my knees to the soil and my crown below!

That joy mayest spring forth from my belly!

Strike the sacred harp in ancient notes and sweet

For thou moveth in still waters without ripples

For thou delight much in my worship

LORD make me thine!

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