God please pacify my soul.
As you sit on your heavenly throne.
And throw unto me fields of gold.
God your hands are willowy and old
Like those of my dear mother
And her mother before.
Heaven is a place I know
Or at least know of.
In her eyes of many colours.
Heaven is the road
I have for years lived on,
And the cold, is only the wind
Blowing outside our door.
Pacify my soul.
With your cool, sweet waters
Raging rivers that flow.
