As I am driving
There blew a strong wind.
Sending a little bird
Out of control to depend
Upon my God of All!
Tossed in the strongest of Elements,
Fate was its hope.
Bearing down on its little wings,
Not strong enough to hold on!
But fiercely the wind raged against its little body
Blown above me, then toward the ground.
Bringing sorrow to my mind
And heart felt tears I did grieve,
Is the distraught sound
Of my heart!
I am like thy little bird,
In Elements stronger than I!
Into Thy Hands, I can only fly,
Or otherwise alone, I too will die!