Though this soil is hard and not ripe, Though the earth we walk does not lend a hand. I fear not the doubt said by many, Their words...

I wade in waters that surround me, I slush through like a hunter in the forest. Though leaves fall by my side, though shivers reach my...

Look to the mountain on each side of you, This sin that, though not seen, can be felt. The grimy flesh that clouds my mind, Praise to the...