My life is a series of relationships
It queries at my fingertips
Life is always clearly in salvation’s grip
Even if I slip and it
Swallows me whole
There is a net to catch my soul
One not weary in the theory of relativity
Nor eerie in the sphere of its proclivity
Ever cheery when it’s near me in its starring role
Should I fall there’s a net…

…To catch my soul