In Your sway of paths
let me walk her well.
Let ringlet fingers clinch
As we tread lamplight.
Hold our arm's-length souls
over the tripping stones.
She will cradle my fever,
I will snow globe her storm.
Each howl sings our bones
to shiver our hearts close.
Bring our melody up
from ground our soles churn.
Shine peace in our dark,
show us the tightrope path.
Guide us with Your song
as we sing Your chorus.
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