My Lord, my Beloved Teacher,
the words from last night ring through my ears;
they haunted me through the night;
my heart was burdened with saddness;
it cried out for understanding, for charity, for change.
I know only one source of comfort, truth, and joy;
You, my Lord, You are the source of all things
in times of serenity or woe,
need or posperity, confusion or fear.
You listen to my cries and shouts and hear,
for joy follows when you draw near,
speaking so as only the heart knows.
All praise to my Lord and Savior, the strong Arm of God,
the Everlasting King.