Once More
Oh Prophet thou had invited me
How fortunate i can be
Standing in a desert under a lonely shady tree
Spiritual still to spree
Thou has placed thy golden hands
And made mine into magic wands
i could have been a dirt in your lifetime
But thou has given me spirtual confidence
And made me walk with prudence
After the convention clandestine
Like the morn mist
When i touched thy holy wrist
On a roof in a breezy quiet night
The sparkling dust
Be the witness entrust
over the secret of that lofty sight
Give the world
Or a river of gold
For i do not touch a bit
For i only want the incident repeat
To touch thy hands and kiss thy feet
Oh Prophet, my spiritual light thou lit
How fortunate i can be
Standing in a desert under a lonely shady tree
Spiritual still to spree
Thou has placed thy golden hands
And made mine into magic wands
i could have been a dirt in your lifetime
But thou has given me spirtual confidence
And made me walk with prudence
After the convention clandestine
Like the morn mist
When i touched thy holy wrist
On a roof in a breezy quiet night
The sparkling dust
Be the witness entrust
over the secret of that lofty sight
Give the world
Or a river of gold
For i do not touch a bit
For i only want the incident repeat
To touch thy hands and kiss thy feet
Oh Prophet, my spiritual light thou lit
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