With the rising spirit, I become the spirited
With the  ebbing sigh, I am the distressed
With each scorn, I bleed deep
While those loving eyes are my healers sublime!
The apathy around, finds me lost
In Thy presence,  finally, I become Thine!
Who is This, that see-eth it all,
The constant One amidst the rise and fall ?
The ever-changing images, is all I see
But who am I, Lord, will you tell me?