You cradle my so fragile heart
That falls easily to a worldy dart
That cowards at earth's quick rots
That withholds secrets and private thoughts
You desire to change my mind
That struggles against today's grind
That fears at fleeting castles in sand
That forgets Your controlling hand
You chase my wandering soul
That drives after only a fool
That follows lies and other words
That becomes vulnerable to swords
You are my constant who never leaves
You, to my soul a King who cleaves,
You wrap my all in a pure embrace
And promise wholeness face to face
You will carry me on an angelic wing
Your name and glory I will sing
Finally united with You and fellow travelers
No more separation or sinful surrenders
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