Oh Lord I fall upon my knees

Only you can speak upon the most gentle breeze.

I find myself to many times with a mirid of self inflicted wounds

Like a wandering child who gets lost upon lifes dunes.

You oh Holy One do not pull and tug at me as a hurricane in full force

Your gentle words come and draw me back in a small still voice.

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