Wherever you are, I must find you.
Life by itself is too lonely
Where you live, there I must be
Someday, establish my home.
I am a daughter of Galilee
And my passions are not understood by the merchants
But by the fishers of men
And the walkers on the waters.
Call me blessed.
I denied you, and yet you loved me
I denied you until my soul cried out in anguish
And it cried out for you.
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