j lind psalm 151 şarkı sözleri
Put your finger in my wound
Touch my hip and side
Pour me out as rich perfume
Old skin with new wine
Show to me my poverty in wealth
Promise me my honesty in sickness and in health
Stop the bleeding, raise the dead
Let me touch your robe
Stop the voices in my head
When they think they know
Carry me through valleys of death
Let me see divinity in everything that has breath
