Be Thou My Vision.
So many things don't make sense. I am learning not to trust my own eyes, my logic, my emotions, anything. I am in dire need of solid ground. There is beauty out there, I have seen it and tasted it and been touched by it. Still, there are moments when I simply can't find it. Father, please be my vision, hold my hand and lead me through. It matters not whether any other knows of me, my glories or my name. What matters now is only you, your wisdom, your pleasure, your own ability to see. Please Father, Riches I heed not, nor man's empty gain...
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