Therefore I utterly lift up my hands To You, and here and now beseech Your aid. I have held back when others tugged me on, I have gone on when others pulled me back Striving to read Your will, striving to find The justice and expedience of this case, Hunting an arrow down the chilly airs Until my eyes are blind with the great wind And my heart sick with running after peace. And now, I stand and tremble on the last Edge of the last blue cliff, a hound beat out, Tail down and belly flattened to the ground, My lungs are breathless and my legs are whipped, Everything in me’s whipped except my will. I can’t go on. And yet, I must go on.