Shower Me With Prosperity
By Ezna Stephna
Oh Lord! Oh Lord!
It has been said, and been written, that matches are made in heaven
And upon their fruition, melody echoes through the universe
He, too, realized this
When he saw me for the first time
O Lord, shower me with prosperity
Give me a glimpse of my beloved
O Lord, shower me with prosperity
Shower me with prosperity
Do not make me desire any longer
O Lord, shower me with prosperity
Give me a glimpse of my beloved
Oh Lord! Oh Lord!
May your will be that this love is understood
May the pains and troubles of my suffering heart be release?
My heart pleas that this separating end
Embellish this description of loneliness
Do not make me yearn any longer
Oh Lord, shower me with prosperity
Give me a glimpse of my beloved
Oh Lord, shower me with prosperity
My friends are the ghosts of my bygone
The tortured beats of my heart beg you for help
Satisfy my desiring hopes
Rain upon the desert that is my life
Do not make me yearn any longer
Give me a glimpse of my beloved
O Lord, shower me with prosperity
