When
When we slip by tongue or doing
The tape of those moments revealing
Stand firm reviewing
Both growth and grade equals blossoming.
When we pray and prayers seem fruitless
The whole world soaked in chaos
The meek and humble seem as weightless
Hold on, look within mind's crevices.
When life at home craves revival
The head as lighthouse growing dim
One cord plus two streams upward
One and only One light beams us hope.
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