You speak, Lord, and I listen,
words written on my heart;
my soul, though, does not quicken,
and still my heart is hard.
I hear, but I am deaf yet;
am blinded, but I see.
I am closed off from heaven:
Ephphatha! say to me.
How can my eyes be opened
to see what you reveal?
My stone heart mst be broken
so that I may be healed.
How can I hear the whisper
as heaven's door swings free?
As you were pierced for sinners,
Ephphatha! say to me.
For you yourself were opened,
and you wept floods of tears—
so each of us is broken,
and I myself am pierced.
As you have suffered with me,
my sufferings redeem.
Let heaven open in me:
Ephphatha! say to me.

Christ healing the deaf mute of Decapolis, by Bartholomeus Breenbergh, 1635 – http://www.insecula.com/oeuvre/O0017918.html, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5746158
