My Song 1

I will sing for you my song It importunes my mouth From this cradle of my inmost heart And I've let it throng. Let me tell u my tale, Of the Love of my Love Which kept me firm and above The perilous handiwork of devil. Though danger's the foggy pine road No evil prattle my mind for fear For know i know the omnipotence of whom I bear The Immovable Mover, the Almighty God. These deeds be made acquaint To the poor who awaits Good news or blessings For those who put God first. All who could speak arise And have this message proclaimed, But if thou be ashamed The stones will rise and praise.