When I charge ahead
Try and forge my own way
Even my best laid plans
Are rubbed and washed away
In the ever shifting sands
And I'm left on hands and knees
Scrabbling round in the dirt
Bruised and battered I bleed
My Spirit crushed and hurt
So I'll climb back onto the solid rock
And root myself to the spot
Nourish my soul in the psalmists words
Terra firma, taking stock
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC
When I charge ahead
Try and forge my own way
Even my best laid plans
Are rubbed and washed away
In the ever shifting sands
And I'm left on hands and knees
Scrabbling round in the dirt
Bruised and battered I bleed
My Spirit crushed and hurt
So I'll climb back onto the solid rock
And root myself to the spot
Nourish my soul in the psalmists words
Terra firma, taking stock
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