I know it\'s you, there is no other explanation...
Your seed remains in each generation:
Before the womb you knew them: the purpose preordained...
None can snatch them out of your hand:)
Where is the mocking, and the shame?
To know him is to love me-) from him all songs are sung: harmony resounding; heaven calling earth: a short refrain: from the temple he brings to birth.
By their fruits you shall know them: blossom my dear: fly like a dove: my hand will draw you; in love...
To know me is to love him: in my word rest assured.
The mystery of the ages, is yours to explore...