Then hunt for more faith in the jungle of curiosities,
The wild animals there in will test you with their velocities,
My dear, the psalms are written on ever deer’s hide,
This is your camp in the clearing, for seer’s wide,
Hold your breathe, aim, pull the arrow in the bow,
Close your eyes, let it go, let the faith you borrow sow,
All the faith is borrowed from him like borrowed souls,
And return to him all the happy and the sorrowed souls,
When you are shooting in the dark, hear your intuition,
Keep your eyes on the mark, will be helped your decision,
faith walker, upon your heart, you’ve received the incision.