Grace

I may have been a prince

To my mother

And a king to my wife

But all along O' Lord

For the alms of your grace

I have been nothing but a beggar

With my palms open and hands stretched

Invocation

My nights are about one prayer-
Let her descend in dawns

Like the promise of mornings 

And rise in my soul like the caress of evenings
Suffuse the bitterness of my void

With the love of her kiss
Let her be the blanket of my winter and 
Magnolia of my spring
Let her be the guide of my eyes and my steps
Across the seas and the winds
To where all the wings have flown
Where beneath clouds hopes are sown

Deliverance

From the depths of his soul


He cries to you O' Lord


Strip him of temptations


For they cast him away