Текст песни Зов Любви - Как цветок полевой

Like a wild flower through the dusty cover
Tears to the sun's light rays
Thus, out of the darkness of sin, I strive with all my soul.
My Lord, to Your wondrous hands.

To those hands that flowed the Blood
For my sin on the shameful cross
To those hands that bring light and love to the heart.
Light up my path in the dark

To those hands that can be raised with the caress of a saint
A heavy stone with a tired chest.
That with love will wipe the tears of grief from my eyes
And with sympathy they will comfort you in silence.

To those hands that will soon be from the perishable earth
They will call me to the heavenly palace,
Where under the arch of heaven for an immortal soul
The sun of eternal joy will light up.