Seeking light, your moment of grace
Late afternoons, my hiding place
With the crowd, but solely Yours
I can't deny when tears pour
I wait for you, when you say, "Stay"
I ask of you, "Don't go away"
You place me brave in turbulence
Beside me, Your tinder eyes, guiding
Black Nazarene!
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