Three weeks becomes three years: delaying because of fears.
I hear your voice: I am slow to start; lost in love; not torn apart.
Son of Jonah! I go astray: but still; you knead me in the way.
Coordinator of the path: a fool they see; what a laugh!
Know your glory; show your face; in intimate spaces; beyond disgrace.
Blinded: seeing many things; of your goodness, can we sing...
Of living kindness, mercy, and grace; of the beauty and strength, of your embrace.
Spread your wings, so we can hide, until the day, you call your bride.