David Novak - 46 lyrics

Lord, if Thy will permits it please Forgive my errors of the past, And me to better days release From misspent hopes and fears miscast. Lord, if my body lets me have The fairer s** to hold as mine But as a lover, not a slave, Obedient to things divine; And if Thy will permits it, Lord, A harem, and seraglio, But pleasant, not some angry hoard, Where I may keep my women so - So let me, if Thou canst approve, But let me not forsake Thy love.