The Chord

The chord of all possibilities
The word of creation
The way of what it will be
for all creeds and all nations
Driven by diverse lusts
I have fallen and I must
beg for salvation
For the fallen are deeply
buried and weep sleepily
The married are sanctified
raised in Gods' eyes
Oh that I may find His favour
Oh that I may touch my Saviour
For to touch
someone I Love so much
would be devine
Oh will you be mine?