I'Il climb down the mountain, my head reeling with YOUR promises, my heart and face glowing with your glory.
I'll meet them at the Golden Calf, their laughter, their gold chains, their dance, all of their exuberance...
For a moment I forget what I just had with YOU. I want what they have. Still I cannot behave as they do. I do not know how to be lewd...
I ask you for these things. YOU will not give them to me. I deny myself meals, climb on ant hills, punish my flesh until my spirit breaks...
You calm my anxiousness just somehow. What a wretch! You set me on a rock to see. You reassure me. You set my priorities straight...
Now I have to go back down the rock. Help my eyes to be stayed on YOU. Dove's Eyes ABBA, give me Doves Eyes...

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