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What cause to thrust me off my narrow road?
When truth, factual actual truth unto me bestowed,
In my inner deep’s deepness such sowing sowed,
What cause then, to have me in hysterics of unknown kind?
Far-off the clandestine black where my road I cannot find,
What cause then, to submit me not here?
Blind me blinded, stray me astray ‘cross clouded roads and rails untaken,
What cause then, Take me far forth and far hind,
Dare take me home faraway far and leave me far behind?
What tale told untold to my furthest mind?
A story I would rummage around and not find,
If stories consigned to me all on form defined,
What cause therefore, untruths familiar not to mankind
Will slay me gone as assigned?
What out-of-the-way cause graze me grazed a lot,
Undo me loose from the genuine ties of my destiny,
What greater sin than a man’s blasphemy?
If any to consume my inward person like the vile when Hades burn still,
If I know me well and I’m without doubt for real
Of how I would feel at the triumph of mine deal
What cause to trade the whole shebang, the lot I labored for?
If with a sweeping heart I sow firstly this seeds,
If too dearly deeds I give arms long,
That will make tomorrow a better day to gift infancy’s years the sunshine song,
For none cause, then has a better bottom than smiles of youth,
Than a walk of freedom,
Than the joy of the Lord,
And the delight of man in reassurance of God’s care for,
What cause then to rub in secular pleasures and hell a forthcoming?
If with this work abused hands I labor like man of roused moral terming
To concept a restored age bracket, a lot on the mend.
What cause, then?
Will divest me of my followed path into wilds deep
What cause to collect me into the sickening heap?
Tow me for its keep into grounds steep,
For all I will sow is the same I will reap!
And my life then end fairly, and I’ll go to sleep
In the earnest hold of my ever alive redeemer!
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