Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.
O let me feel Thee near me - the world is ever near;
I see the sights that dazzle, the tempting sounds I hear.
My foes are ever near me, around me and within;
But, Jesus, draw Thou nearer and shield my soul from sin.
O let me hear Thee speaking in accents clear and still,
Above the storms and passions, the murmurs of self-will.
O speak to reassure me, to hasten or control;
O speak and make me listen, Thou Guardian of my soul.
Oh lil' lambs, who didst taught thou to lift up thy heads and prance in an orderly line?
You take a deep breath as you soar up towards the sky. You see the setting sun break through the leaves ending in a dazzle of lights on the lush grass. You close your eyes and let the wind rustle your hair. For a moment, you are free, without a care in the world, reliving the joys of childhood. You see someone walking weirdly measuring distances and remember all the funny things you had to do in the landscape architecture course. A bittersweet memory. Now, the room is empty and you've got all your free time again. free, but empty? You run away, looking for something to fill that emptiness. but what a waste of a night. shifting to and fro, yet belonging to neither. am i to stay on the swing and look at the world go by? unattached, uninvolved?