He imparts me with His royalty & fills me with His love for me

He seats me amongst nobility, renting showers from above

He takes me to His gardens—replete with gushing, bubbling springs

My Lord, He never fails to show me such wild & beautiful things

Things far too terrible, yet wonderful for me

Whose fierce & piercing gaze ALONE can set me free

Trembling, I stand before Him as He fearlessly searches my heart

And gently entreats me to “Stop picking it all apart.”