Today is not the day
to lay about preening
yet the Devil says “lay
To hell with his scheming
In hell there’s no meaning
no Heavon in this place
Here I seek God’s Grace.
Yet I do not live as I may
crying like a babe — weening
Failing in spirit to pray
Shall I wait for the gleaning
or continue soughing with pace?
Here I seek God’s Grace.
I met Jesus on my way
In God I found my meaning
I thought to never stray
yet dance with the devil in my scheming
Will Sin keep me from my daydreaming
When I hide from God my face?
I found my life demeaning—
Here I seek God’s Grace.
I find myself on Jesus leaning
with eyes open — finally seeing
In spirit believing in place.
Here I seek God’s Grace.

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