Great governor of all coincidence,
The wheels of fate spin weblike to and fro,
Proliferating from the throne of providence,
On axises they forever run unmoved,
Within a limit and for each full time.

Back to a bed,
A bed that shall not squeak,
Shan't ripple with a lean,
But will hold me firmly on the springs,
The grass is gone the fields behind,
Deep mornings left to dawn without
My shadow on the dew-slick plane.

Forgive me for my doubting mind,
I wish to walk with You a thousand steps,
And to then again walk many more,
For Your whisper rocks my weary frame,
How could I walk without You now,
I couldn't walk without You then,
I wish to say a thousand times,
Yes to Your costly love again.