Blessed is the man who walks in Your favor,
Who loves all Your words and hides them like treasure.
In the darkest place of his desperate heart
They are a light, a strong sure light.
Sometimes I call out Your name, and I cannot find You.
I look for Your face, but You are not there.
By my sorrows Lord, lift me to You.
Lift me up to Your side.
Lord of eternity
Father of mercy
Look on my fainting soul
Keeper of all the stars
Friend of the poorest heart
Touch me and make me whole
If You are my defender, who is against me?
No one can trouble or harm me if You are my strength.
All I ask, all I desire
Is to live Your house all my days.
Lord of eternity
Father of mercy
Come to my troubled soul
Keeper of all the stars
Friend of the poorest heart
Touch me and make me whole
-Fernando Ortega-
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