Who is me that Thou art mindful of? Son of whom, of whom thou taketh account? Am I not a fleeting breath? Whose days are but shadows in all I dwell in the confinement of flesh And I’m plagued within its precincts* Battling my spirit to do Thy bidding From the grasp of mine weakling self Salvaged from the claws of the world prince Placed above his powers and principles But still in craving for his barns, in my […]