You thought you could own me

Your approach was absurd

For you used not you own

But twisted His Word

You poked and you prodded

As though I were cattle

And then you protested

When I fed you with prattle

Your admonitions were not

An exhortation received

For I cannot follow

What attempts to deceive?

Don’t look down

From your own lofty perch

Upon a maid

Obsessed by her search

Bite my heel

Your position is right

Get behind

Past shadow of fright

The Savior has saved me and

Will rescue me pure

For tis He who created this

Weak creature sure