Spinning at the Speed

Dear Lord, my head is spinning at the speed we travel.
Dear Lord, my head is reeling at the rate we hurtle on.

Unsettling; It strips my pride and sureness from me.
Assuredness escapes me every time I dwell on it.


Lend me a sacred silence;
Extend to me a frigid air
That I can breathe in deep;
Quiet this frantic heartbeat.


My hearts’ so quick; it rambles on so obtrusively.
My palms are damp, so in tune with all that wars inside of me.


Lend me a sacred silence;
Extend to me a frigid air
That I can take in deep;
Please quiet this frantic heartbeat.