As from the dusty, punishing ground you arise
There’s a glimmer in your eyes
The sinner in me dances with the saint in you
I whirl around as you do too
And twirling and swirling we’re lost in a mist
That is pure unadulterated bliss
And in that moment we realize and are stunned…
The sinner and saint aren’t two – but one.
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