Into Thy Hands
Into thy hands, I commend my fate, not heart
Only from my heart I can preserve my pride.
Into thy hands, only fate, not all of me part
My one and only precious heart is where I ride.
Into thy hands, my commended fate flourishes, rests
But my sole heart stays, blooms in my soul that nests.
Destiny is not fate without life's purpose
Purpose grows in heart and soul, fate sires purpose.
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