Deep in my bones a fire burns, shut up within and I am weary from holding it. This raging flame, many waters cannot quench. Just grant me Lord this day, a voice— not barred; give me the freedom. To lift it up without shame. Make true again the promise of a dream so long denied. Brokenhearted— to them you are near, and you save the crushed in spirit. From thy heavenly wells, we drink; fill till we overflow. Our soul— to you, we lift it up. Make bright its depths, with the light of your face.