O Venvs, Come!

Art thou providence and grace? That cometh ov Michael’s sword? Art thou what they sayest thou art… Art thou the lord? Art thou the warden to my sleep? The truth neither bought nor sold? Art thou what thou sayest thou art? Art thou the lord? מְנֵא מְנֵא תְקֵל וּפַרְסִין Take mine eyes and let me see Take my hand and ad plus ultra-lead Take my voice and hear me speak Take my love and let it bleed Thou art the will that shall not break Thou art he who did Yahweh forsake Thou art the sun I traverse toward Praise thee o lord! Thou art the impetus and terminus ov history In thee the logos speaks to me Thou art the only light our own Thou art the omen ov dusk and dawn מְנֵא מְנֵא תְקֵל וּפַרְסִין Take mine eyes and let me see Take my hand and ad plus ultra-lead Take my voice and hear me speak Take my love and let it bleed מְנֵא מְנֵא תְקֵל וּפַרְסִין Tis' not a nail This is my sin