GUIDANCE

I thank you Lord, everyday,

For showing me, the ‘enlightened’ way,

Through the times, of dismay,

When lost, like a needle, in a bundle of hay,

You are my honour, guide & light,

As I wander the dark & misty night,

Guiding me away, from wrong to right,

Shielding me whilst, on the path, of the Aryan knight,

Enshrining me from the dark, towards the bright,

Giving me sight, to fight for what’s right,

To encrypt the grey, black & white,

Backing me from the low, to the highest height,
Beyond the heights of a gliding kite,

Scaring me, to deal with the darkest fright,

Strengthening my soul, with your mightiest might,

From the loosest of ends, to the tightest of tight…

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