Dear father,
If I am asleep wake me up.
If I am away from the route of righteousness bring me back on track.
If my voice is deemed in your worship fill me up.

Dear father,
I have fetched water and blood.
Into a bowl I have drunk them.
I have cut the bread of innocence with blunt knives.
I have poured the blood of the innocence into a bin.

Dear father,
my soul keeps hushing.
my feet keeps beating.
And my faith keeps lying helplessly.

Dear father,
I can't remember you...