Your Word
The lamp
Onto my feet
The guidebook
For my life
To manage
The fear
The doubt
The what ifs
That wreak havoc
On this soft soul
To remain soft
In a hard world
That seems
To approve
Of the worst
Of humanity
May I follow
Your will
Not my own
My will
Gets me
In more trouble
That I can
Ever say
Lord
Give me
A heart
That seeks
The best
In all
I’m to do
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