In the heat of the moment, I cry out from the depth of my soul;
Lord purge, purify and make me whole.
I’m on a fast lane down a dangerous hole.
Seeking to find bearing, my lives long role.
Steadily drifting it seems, I have a heart made of Coal.
Wish to dine with the king, eating from the royal bowl.
Because I’ve come to know, smooth sailing is only dependent on how you row.
Remember you definitely reap whatever you sow.
So live high happy and free never let anyone get you low.
Expecting the best even when you slip for it will be so.
Aspire true Greatness, that’s how you’ll grow.
Life free of strife would certainly make you blow
For in grace your perfect countenance is bound to show.
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