Psalm 151 Songtext
von J Lind

Put your finger in my wound
Touch my hip and side
Pour me out as rich perfume
Old skin with new wine


Show to me my poverty in wealth
Promise me my honesty in sickness and in health

Stop the bleeding, raise the dead
Let me touch your robe
Stop the voices in my head
When they think they know

Carry me through valleys of death
Let me see divinity in everything that has breath