With strong hands, you guide me.
With soft words, you find me.
Meticulously your writing, the story of our love.
Lover could you hear my cry for my rescue?
The truth is that you heard it long before I spoke.
Lover I can feel you all around me now,
With sweet eyes and sweet whispers, I have been found.
These dry bones are healing,
And I know your watching.
Tenderly your leading, the story of our love.