I wake up every day to find no
path,
I’ve looked at death while changing direction,
I’ve believed every truth that brought on wrath,
A glimpse at God, the sight of perfection.
The midst of darkness, no sight of my soul,
Proceeding with caution, visible dreams,
Falling back down, attaining no control,
God at my side, holding me as tears stream.
Accepting what can’t be changed, just my thoughts,
My strengths tempting, as I slowly comply,
My being so confused, so broke, so lost,
Breaking free, finding there’s nothing to hide.
Waking up, blessed with joy that’s made me wise,
Searching for the truth, led by gifted eyes.
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