Coptic Rain - Lured Appeal lyrics

To you, oh Lord

I'm stretching my hands

with this aching body

I'm dealing between life and death

No long days to suffer,

no sharpened knifes

and no sleepless hunger

Remember that my lost condition

caused dear Lord thy mortal mission

spear my soul, that day's perdition

No more sorrow, no more tears

a fading tomorrow

pale white lights expecting to hug me

dressed in shadows and lost I roam

to you I turn to

to you I turn to

to ease my destiny

I seek.

All my prayers deserve thy spurning

yet thy eyes of pity burning

with the ship of my salvation

and thy rise be my station

in this awful separation