Daughter I hear your cry,
but a solemn whisper beneath the skies.
I am not silent; I will not run
For what makes you weary allows me to be:
Your fortress, your desire, your direction when within the fire.
To my children,
Seek out my embrace.
I have come in strength to comfort the weak.
Though the wolf hunts; my sheep will not be lost
As I satisfy both the hunger of the hunter and the hunted with the same love.
Lord guide me,
I love to hear your voice;
A solemn whisper beneath the skies.
When the sorrow of injustice has consumed my thoughts
You shout out daughter that is my heart;
Seek my heart and you will find joy.
For I have not left injustice within the reigns of this world.
My child,
Come to my forest;
We can gaze unto majesty.
I will teach you my heart for justice;
For loving the hunter and the one hunted.
Young shepherd quiet your heart to hear mine;
But a solemn whisper beneath the skies.
