The Burıal - Wisdom; The Gateway Of Liberty

My soul longs for You Lord in this dry and weary land Fill this vessel for
Your fame Beaten and bruised by those I once called friend You are God of
my strength, I will not mourn Wisdom and truth I seek from You If this
tree bears fruit I give it back to you Make my motives pure and my heart
steadfast Lead me by Your will, in You I will hope What hope is there?
There is but One I do not possess the will to follow on my own Only with
your aid can I achieve Your plan for me I do not possess the will to
follow on my own Wisdom and truth I seek from You If this tree bears fruit
I give it back to you My hands have toiled through thistle and thorn