If it be your will. . .

The death of Leonard Cohen seems to have missed my attention.  Though I was not much of a fan of his singing and have grown long ago tired of the more popular Cohen song "Hallelujah," I do have appreciation for some of his poetry.  In particular I was reminded of the words of another of his compositions, though hardly even remembered.  Perhaps you will appreciate his poetic gift here as well.  And it may well remind you of Isaiah 25 -- as it should.

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will