My walk becomes
A faint and shallow tread,
My stroll becomes a halt
And I so quickly wonder off.
You clearly light the way.
Your Word makes bright the path,
But I in morbid shade
Seek what lie in tired breaks.
My eyes, not taken by
Wondrous light, become filled
With dim and dire plight.
Vain becomes value and
Banal is bought.
Lust overtakes love
And the carnal is sought.
When I seek not Your Word.
When I dawdle in haste.
When I find value in waste.
Soli Deo Gloria
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