Stomped feet, I think I skipped my street

Wrong way, out of range, feeling lost feels strange

Hooked in feelings will I turn around

Headed to the sea expecting ground.


Letting go and choosing, empty avoidance exposed decisions a healthy train moving

Scratching out me, asking to see, any selfishness to repent and be free, cleaning days counted

Still working to understand the LORD is my shepherd and I will not want.

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