Once I waited
In keen anticipation
For the sound of His footsteps
In the cool of the day
As the sun at dusk
Stole colours
From the sky
And hid
Behind the horizon
Far away
Now I hide
In dreadful fear
At the sound of His footsteps
In the cool of the day
The taste of fruit on my lips
Steals peace
From my heart
And sin separates me
From God
Far away
So I wait
And I listen
And I hear
His Voice
Calling
But my shame
Binds me
Forbids me
To answer
He knows
That I know
Too much
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