I feel. I fear. I pray.
The pleas for mercy from the two grasped hands fall upon determined divinity.
Choice. Free will.
I bow. I breathe. I speak.
"Lord help her find ascendance upon love"
My heart melts. Love willing given up to bring joy.
The price has been paid. Let it be done. Thy will be done.
I see. I know. I believe.
Let her live.
