Take all my fears of poverty
Of sickness, mediocrity
Of tyrannous authority
And gray unpopularity
Transform these fears, Ya Rabb
Under Your Mercy’s pressure
Into a fertile phobia
Of earning Your displeasure
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
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