No one knew where the song came from,
but I think we had heard it before
It filled us with uneasiness, with warmth and longing
and it was hard to search, wonder and ask
The song didn't let itself be captured at all
We tried, but it eluded us again and again
It was as if we were found and imprisoned
It was a wonderfully moving song
The song was by and by troublesome and painful
Then we built around us a fortress of stone
Then suddenly it made us sing and dance,
sounded high time with feathery bones
Then we danced into King Solomon's palace
and were warmed by wine and words of wisdom
And we played far out at the shepherd's fire
and sang psalms with David in polyphonic choir
The led us into the pain and sorrow
the abused child and the grieving mother
The longing of the harlot and the longing of the drunkard,
and it drove us in the deadly tracks of impotence
And the chase us into our innermost room
where not even angels dare be
We sweat in fear and swear in defiance
but ended in tears and bowed our knees
But the song lifted us and filled us with courage
to live with heaven on bedrock and earth
And never was the song so strong and so clear
as in a quiet meal around the Master's table
So sing us then into pain and joy,
sing us at the table with friends and wine
Sing us grace - love and love
Te end - sing us into your song

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