Your eye next

The handiwork
makes those middle
no stones
moist and wet

The heart
we are many
and hardly hear
her gently tapping gently
that keeps us alive
until our
End all

The blood
the water
our souls
the living
the plants
with us
the animals
from you gives us

The sky
knows himself
even the winds
from its star
we made dust
we are physically
Your eye that
us from the inside
look makes this
wonderful world

And your face
and your hands
make sore
where we no longer
ourselves are

And what we morning
us brings an end
us twines around our
Beings to Your
Existence that daily
for early
Farewell in mourning
and brings in tears
We think
not in a morning
the future
the us mysteriously
remains be closed

Un yet
is particularly heavy
us your
brings a grace
Your laugh
your gestures
oh soul
in us brings peace
As long as you are
on earth
in your topsoil
hug and
keep us safe

God in all of us
the stranger in ourselves
let us grant
when we together
are in a
the absolute evil
Your eye next
your grace
makes us that we
in particular, are obedient