Tour Day 996. North

A compass never varies...

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When we are lost

Uncertain of where to go

A new path unfolds

Depending on Who we know.

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When we hold the wheel

White-knuckled, too tight

We think we have control

Just the beginning of the fight.

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The illusion is real

Taught as a god-given right

Self-sufficiency, a trap

Depends solely upon our might.

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When our plans go astray

No one else to blame

Best ideas at the time

Often end up in the flame.

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One day, we finally surrender

Trusting You to forge forth

Your still voice provides

The compass for our True

North.

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