I know your name;
Just as you’ve have heard of my fame.
If you walk before without a blame;
Amidst all peoples I’ll make thee a flame.
My name is Yahweh;
And I am the way.
I know of today;
And I can heal your dismay.
Haven’t you seen the little flower?
As it gently sprouts when there’s water.
Haven’t you seen the butterfly so tender?
As it stretches its wings like none other.
You are the apple of my eye;
And I’m not a man that I should lie.
To you I have chosen to draw nigh;
Oh child! Believe and do not sigh.
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