In times of peace, I lived and did thing my own foolish way;
No concern for the commands you made.
Ignoring the black and white, seeing selfish shades of grey;
This is how the game of life was played.
I was unable to shed my sense of pride,
Letting devilish demons reside inside.
ALWAYS in your graces, I didn`t abide;
Of the two masters served, I didn`t decide.
Yet, in times of need I called upon your name;
Expecting you to bring peace, unto this frame.
This weak flesh, the soul`s accouterments plain;
And enemies threatened to drive me insane.
Still, each time I felt halfway into the grave;
Your love and forgiveness continued to save.
I understand the error of my indecisive ways;
Truly, awoken from this confusing mortal daze.
So, of the two masters, I choose the three;
The Father, The Son, The Ghost – The Trinity.
Slowly, steadily, I continue to shed the old existence;
Following your loving ways, with a new persistence.
I only pray for your guidance, teach how to better walk upon
the path;
Neither left nor right, straight and narrow, leading away
from wrath.
Composed By: A. D.
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