Where I go, I pray He may gently lead;
Where I land, I pray His Wisdom to choose.
I cannot, on my own, declare a path;
I cannot, of myself, navigate the tide.
Alone, on my own, I am lost;
my understanding wasted.
Breathe in, my lungs, breathe in…
…breathe in the Grace of God’s Love;
Carry out, my legs, carry out…
…carry out my Master’s Message.
For it is only when my heart speaks to yours,
that His peace resides within.
And it is only through His guidance,
the path before me that He lays,
where I find the words to speak
and the grace to speak them well.
Breathe in, my lungs, breathe in…
…breathe in the Grace of God’s Love;
Carry out, my legs, carry out…
…carry out my Master’s Message.
A beautiful poem and I thank you for your continuing inspired messages. I read them while far away in Brazil.
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