A little Leonard Cohen...

If it be Your Will

If it be your will

that I speak no more,

and my voice be still

as it was before;

I will speak no more,

I shall abide until

I am spoken for,

if it be your will.

If it be your will

that a voice be true,

from this broken hill

I will sing to you

From this broken hill

all your praises shall ring

if it be your will

to let me sing.

If it be your will,

if there is a choice,

let the rivers fill,

let the hills rejoice.

Let your mercy spill

on all these burning hearts in hell

if it be your will

to make us well.

And draw us near

and bind us tight

all your children here

in their rags of light;

in our rags of light

all dressed to kill;

and end this night,

if it be your will