Poem by Mark Boado
i but a chaff whos swept in the wind
by the very air that i breathe in
designed to inhabit a place so serene
only to ravage by my own doing
who can rescue me from such morass
night and day i long to be steadfast
the God that i call unto for sure be around
when I surrender my will and make a complete turnaround
far too many days are spent
wasting precious times he sent
if this life ebbs towards his love
i know for sure it comes from above
lord to you belongs the only praise
my life rejoice all of it by your grace
one day if you so choose to take it away
all i can say is may your will be done
your will your way
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