What am I but what He wants in me,
What am I but what I want in me,
A battle in constant motion,
An ocean in perpetual conflict,
Unconquerable forces,
Unconquerable desires.
Yet all are a pale shadow,
A faded shade.
In the awe,
That is,
My Lord.
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