I seek Your face in the morning
Heavy dew drops on the grass
I hear Your footsteps as you pass
I dare not turn around
My hands they start to shake
There is so much at stake
You come from behind without warning
I won't give up the fight
I will wrestle 'til I die
We'll both see eye to eye
Bless me, Lord bless me
Every blessing has a limp
Bless me, Lord bless me
Every blessing has a limp
(From liar to prince)
(From liar to prince)
(To Israel, to Israel)
(From liar to prince)
(From liar to prince)
(To Israel, to Israel)
(From liar to prince)
(From liar to prince)
(To Israel, to Israel)
(From liar to prince)
(From liar to prince)
(The elect is always chosen for the other)
(The elect is always chosen for the other)
(The elect is always chosen for the other)