If
If I woke up and worked everyday with a calm
resolute execution of plans,
or perhaps at least stayed on approximate track
with the basic things for which I stand.
If with a small grain of faith I’d hold the course
knowing that by small things come the grand.
Then I think I’d be dangerous, I finally be...
an instrument in the Lord’s hands.
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