When the heart is on shore with its hope and struggle tied up in a helpless fist then just protect me from its overlaid brim which is fraught with fears because the metaphors are not always in a position to save the person.
Would you keep your hand over my heart and bless it with the splendid righteousness which can always take a hearty stand for the perseverance rather than just being a seamer!
Be my savior, even if I am not your favorite Ananda.
