
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope. It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat 'Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me. But our God is in the heavens: He hath done whatsoever he pleased. handle not; Feet have they, but they walk not; Neither speak they through their throat. Gaze not on the eye's clear heaven Gaze not on the golden hair, Round the slender throat entwining, Clust"ring o”er the bosom fair/ Gaze not where the rose .