Slowly like the sand
In the hour glass
The soil beneath my feet
Blows away
By an undercurrent-
Invisible but powerful.
I hear the slow
Rustling sound
From down under,
But helpless I am
Despite the impending end
Unable to jump away
To a safe heaven
Than wait for an end.
It sucks
It pricks
It shakes
It frightens
And Lo behold
I surrender to Thee
Now it's up to you
Make me or mar
Oar me away
Or push me to the sway
Up to you
Here take my bow.
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