As I hear the lord waking
To the voice of MS,
I realise it must be early,
Rather really late.

The melancholy tone,
her undeterred voice,
The fluent verses,
Unperturbed by any noise.

An unexpected tranquillity,
An unexpected peace,
An unexpected serenity,
I hope it never to cease.

I have done a lot of things,
Things I don't want to talk about,
Not good things,
Things I’m not proud of.

O LORD,I hope you forgive me
After all I have done.
I hope your doors are still open
For this ungrateful, unfaithful SON.