The One Who Raised My Arms
Being the giver of my life:
Jolting me away from strife.
Loaning me to joyfulness
Graced with love and happiness.
The hunting wolves measuring the depth
Of the promiscous earth:
You tossed me above their claws,
Raising me beyond all flaws.
Even when the leopard figured my brights:
Even when i was wroth in its sight.
It intended to make me and destruction bethrot.
But dashed apart was it like cedar by his wrath.
Under his wing my shelter be:
Even like the mother hen's:Little mild chicks.
Through the hole of the wings my eyes perceived the foe:
And yea,by him,i did words throw.
'Come take me now' i'd said.
To the wandering timid chick who fled.
And i who once dwelt in the cave of fright,
Now take against all my plights.
The beauty of your holiness,
Even crazed with indisguise awesomeness.
At the awe of your generosity,
My glottis soar in it's velocity.
Chewing: 'Oh how grateful am i'.
To the one who raised my arms!
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