Exhausted, my heart caught in yank
Like a game of tug-a-war, it is torn in twain
Which path is right, which path is yours?
Forever I struggle to offer de jour
Issue after issue, concern after concern
Enamored, it finds a peculiar burn
Only filled by the One who desires my soul
It wanders to thoughts; oh, how they begin to roll
Are these of you? your plan? design?
Or are they my flesh and the serpent's malign?
Lord, guide me in your way, the one everlasting
And lay this weary heart beneath your glory to bask in
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