YOU, who have created me
Placed me upon this earth
To avail in its blessedness
Lighten the distress on my heart
YOU, who have crowned me
Do you not know that
Life is crowned with thorns
Embalmed with intimate sinners?
YOU, who called me
By a prophetic name
The hour now approaches, hear you not?
I die, I die, I die
You, my child
Being of my flesh
Embrace my calling
Come, Come, Come
Written in 1990s
MBM-Tine Brice
