I know you 're worse
Worse than one
Whose dagger is shrouded with smile
I barely shrink at the foot of the brute
Who can detach me from this free air
But when you touch my achilles hill
My pride is squeezed
But be you the deepest sea
Striving to sink me
Mount not your shoulder so high
Where breathe the one
Whose feet walk on water
You could not see me in Him
Because your blindness is brim
The sword of the spirit
Is not at a million mile
I will put you to silence
When my obedience is fulfilled.
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