I was waning in strength and thoroughly oppressed,

My cross too heavy to bear;

I knelt at the altar in an old fashion church;

I knelt and found solace there.

I knelt there in shame, I was loathing my life;

Laden with life’s toil and care.

My soul was so empty; there was nothing inside,

Thank Yah, I found Yasha there.

He spoke to my heart, I heard his voice,

It was then that I knew he was real;

He was alive then, and he still lives today

This truth I cannot conceal.