Do I dangle on a thread over coals? Do I walk a tightrope above rapids?
I enjoy a thumping heart, so seek I to feel imperiled.
A child, I climb trees on a sunny day, I row along a calm river.
Let me see the truth, Lord, of how shallow is the canal. I could walk where I now strain at the oar.
You smile on me, Lord, let me see it.