From the pane- heart’s tears, flow like Heaven’s open gate.
Running over the banks of the heavens- upon me.
Father God, see this child-
Feel the multitude of sorrows drowning her.
They are the thorns that push her inside bleeding and wounded.
Deeply she hides as hell’s fury lies in wait for her life.
Father God feel this child.
Every tear you’ve counted.
Her enemies you know by name.
Deliver her from death and evil and all manner of darkness.
For there are many who fight against her.
And horror overwhelms her.
Grant her peace Father God.
With love Yisraela