Bring Her Home
Christofer Johnsson, Per Albinsson
Hear my prayer, thee almighty God
For my mother bring her home
Like an angel heaven-bound
So that she may find thy side
Don't sound so sad, my child
No sorrow will prevail
Sophia knows every word
Be sure of this, my child
I have to leave you now
No wish will be left unheard
What of darkness, Nazarene
Did it haunt your heart
Hope in doubt and fear, golden atmosphere
And a cry so divine i am the real messiah
Born where Christ did fall
Soon bringing eyes to the blind
Humanity refined, I will unite them all
Become the truth for mankind
Sister of mine, prophets may be false
Beware what you hear and see
Tolling bells I find no singing in the chimes
Join me, sister, as I pray:
Hear my prayer, thee almighty God
For our mother bring her home