Cool, autumnal winds sift through unclenched fingers; the sun, aflame, illuminates the warm, fiery leaves.
I find release in the ebb of the unconquerable ocean.

Lord, fill me with your love:
this warm passion, this cool grace.
It is, undoubtedly, beautiful.
It is, undoubtedly, your creation.

Thank you for being you.
I feel like I could soar.
For whom, then, shall I fear?

The shadow of death is always darkest before the dawn.
It is vanquished at the hint your glory.
Whom, then, shall I fear?
You are good. You are love.
You are light.
You made me.
Whom, then, all I fear?