Adrift the sound of reassurance,
Longing for Your presence:
a little closer to me.
These are the days of little worries.
These are the days of blossoms blooming and leaves withering,
Days of old and new mingling—
Praises heard and choirs singing.
These are the days of the good.
I’m found in your redemption,
Worthy of Your purifying love.
I salute You as royal priesthood.

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