Yellow tides that bind,
To my dreadful toes
Cleanse me;
Awash the dark stows.

Like His strength,
That purified thousands,
And thousands of His foes—
Just like what He did to me.

I chose, and I chose only—
The kind of cleanse that was present,
A really long time ago,
From my voice, which was feeble and low.

Cleanse me once again,
So gentle, so discreet
Forever I appreciate,
Your calm and still.

I believe in You—
To awash my dreadful toes
Cleanse me, for a lot of times,
That You may completely knew.