I Touch Your Feet
it seems that my heart will break with pride;
I look to your face,
and tears come to my eyes.
All that is harsh and dissonant in my life
melts into one sweet harmony —
and my adoration spreads wings
like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.
I know you take pleasure in my singing.
I know that only as a singer
do I come before your presence
and touch that place where aspiration alone could never reach.
By the edge of the far spreading wing of my song
I touch your feet.
I touch your feet!
And drunk with joy of singing
I forget myself and call you friend
who is my lord.