The Last Poets - Delights of the Graden lyrics

Stream in which I bathe my face help me soar above this place Leave me not to wander Leave me not to wander Stream in which I bathe my face help me soar above this place Leave me not to wander Leave me not to wander Stream in which I bathe my face help me soar above this place Leave me not to wander Leave me not to wander Stream in which I bathe my face Help me soar above this place Leave me not to wander in disgrace, in disgrace Reason draws itself the line El Quran the signs define Let me taste the vintage of the vine, divine Help my feet to enter in where the garden streams begin Save me from the consequence of sin, within Sit me down on thick brocade served by youth who never age basking in the shade that never fades Guide me past that fiery room where the inmates that are doomed sit waiting midst the stench and gloom Midst the crying and regret standing ankle deep in sweat vibing on a threat that came too soon Stream in which I bathe my face help me soar above this place Leave me not to wander Leave me not to wander Stream in which I bathe my face Help me soar above this place Leave me not to wander in disgrace, in disgrace In the shadow of the throne is where I want to make my home Boundless stores of mercy there are known, and shown All the good one could acquire Large eyed virgins with pure desire Help me to retire beyond the fire Just watch my mortal soul take flight and gift me with a sharper sight Spur me to ascend the higher heights of light Here is where I want to be where my soul is burden free Bathin' in a sea of tranquility That's for me Stream in which I bathe my face help me soar above this place Leave me not to wander Leave me not to wander Stream in which I bathe my face Help me soar above this place Leave me not to wander in disgrace, in disgrace Clothed in robes of gold and silk lofty mansions custom built enchanted springs of honey and of milk Surround myself with treasures rare Peace notes saturate the air Rewarded for past actions that my soul did bear Song my truer self doth sing Peace and Joy about me ring Glory to my Lord the King of Kings Stream in which I bathe my face help me soar above this place Leave me not to wander Leave me not to wander Stream in which I bathe my face Help me soar above this place Leave me not to wander in disgrace, in disgrace In the shadow of the throne is where I want to make my home Boundless stores of mercy there are known, and shown All the good one could acquire Large eyed virgins with pure desire Help me to retire beyond the fire