How long have I acted the walnut
Ever trying to shield me from Thy picking?
Thinking my resistance some integrity to Thy pressures
How long have I held fearful of my virtues stealing
When all the while the thief was locked inside?
Praise to Thee, that Thou hast cracked me open
Thy works have never been what nut conceived
Sure, Thou art no villain wanting vengeance
But sweet bondsman who hath freed me of my cell
Now I feel my yearning spirit blossom
Now, at last, my roots have grasped the soil