He came to me in a dream,
The twine was woven tightly, tautly, he laced it round my body
pressing into my skin, chaffing my soul
but I managed to keep my mouth free
And therefore my mind
and I remembered to state
If my God is for me, then who could be against me?
Who could? Who could? WHO COULD?!
And the twine melted into satin strips, falling to the floor
falling from me
as I rose to praise.
Psalm 119 vs 61 -62: Though the cords of the wicked ensnare me, I do not forget your law. At midnight I rise to praise you, because of your righteous rules.