For thirty days and thirty nights
I sat atop a pillar
And when I came down and into the arms of sinners
Is when You spoke
And when your perfect love was known to me
And now the sinners are scattered
As the sheep by the wolf
And I am climbing again
And I do not know what I will see up here
And if the stylites were right
And if there really is some way
To love You
From atop a pillar
