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When Padre Pio would lift the chalice
blood flowed down his arms
I hear the sound of falling drops
echo in these school halls
and I tremble
I tremble
I wanted to bleed just like the good saint
and pray the sick to rise
I dreamed of my shoes filled with blood
when the sick child opened her eyes
and I trembled
I trembled in my dream
oh I trembled
I trembled in my dream

She sways behind her schoolbooks
like Salome behind her veils
Her shoes tap like falling drops
bloody echoes of my faith
I tremble
I tremble

She stands before my office window
Your sun backlights her silhouette
to reveal a form that You denied
or so the old men said
But me I tremble among Your tender lambs
I am no shepherd for Your tender lambs