Clutching these reins in the whirlwind,

an impossible feat-

your hands, they guide, they hold me,

I can run, I can think, I can meet.

With you my God, my cries to you,

straight from my pounding heart-

a dancing, desperate storm;

( my heart is shredded to pieces, wounded by pride

at enemy’s feet.)

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