When my disquiet says bullet or bow

Your proficiency says five smooth stones

And I take my time to the stream

And fix my eyes on infinitesimal things

I’m so confident

That You are my giant’s colossus

Yet cyclically unsure I’m Your lad

Confident You are steep

Shrewd in might

Yet unsure

If I will fully participate

I know You stand ankle deep in oceans

While I drown in the sweat of your brow

I’m the poor pauper of knowing better

While You are the Rich King of know how

There’s a winning story crowning here

Even so, I take my time to the stream