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The intensity of Your love scares me
And the veracity with which you ask me to love You in return
The amount of trust You demand of me
As if it were the most natural, casual thing in the world
And Lord, its not that easy
For this poor scared soul
To just give up all her worry
And years of planning she's prided in
"No more" You say
With a calm firmness that I know is resolute
And I know that though I may falter in the 'morrow
I will have no choice in the end but trust
For You are the only One worthy
Though her weak soul faints away
At the very thought of being so dependent
Yet knows deep in her heart its the only way
And how can I not love to feel so loved?
That my Lord would regard His lowly handmaiden
As possibly worthy of a quest so noble
And a future so daring
A handmaiden would have to be
A risky bet at the very least
Yet maybe He chooses the weak things
To shame the strong of this world.