You clothe me
With many colors
Your righteousness
Belongs to me

Your blood was shed
And I am covered
A beloved daughter
Of the King

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Only God can turn
The greatest suffering
Into a door to glory


Inspired by

The Dream of the Rood

Translation by Richard Hamer (1970)

5 Towering in the sky suffused with light,
Brightest of beams; and all that beacon was
Covered with gold. The corners of the earth
Gleamed with fair jewels, just as there were five
Upon the cross-beam. 

Now the time has come

95 That far and wide on earth men honour me,
And all this great and glorious creation,
And to this beacon offers prayers. On me
The Son of God once suffered; therefore now
I tower mighty underneath the heavens

100 And I may heal all those in awe of me.

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All the gold
And all the wealth
The world contains
Belong to its Maker

The King will rise
Provision will be released
When His children
Acknowledge His suffering

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