My gratitude stirs me on
You made me O Lord
In thine image I am
You hunt me - O Lord
like the fox hunts its prey
I hide -
but you find me in the shadow.
I am yours O Lord
you know it
I know it
the forest knows it
the atoms know it
till I rest in your embrace
I will hide and you will seek
and that's the way it is.
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