Way Ward
I held on for dear life, my confidence so low.
It was like holding onto a knife as I looked down below
I knew the way out and yet I was lost
In my heart was only doubt and at such a cost
But I will not quit as I grab on even more tight
But even I admit, I have such little might
But I know what I need to do for I know where I am at
I know I need to be true and that’s just that
You think I’d have known all these years a long
Everything I’ve been shown, you’d think I’d be strong
You’d think I would know right down to the last detail
Yet I never did really grow in being so frail
But it’s not about me is the answer that I get
For God‘s grace is free, no matter what may beset
Just keep on trying, God will do the rest
But I’m not lying when I say this is my toughest test
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2025
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