Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a man’s growth without destroying his roots - Frank A. Clark
My heart's willing
My body weak
Down yonder I stared
Past the stumps and toils
Of a journey seemingly without end
The more I looked
The farther it became
My heart's ladened
With fears of what ifs
What demons or secrets lurk within
Watching and waiting
For the step that begets it all
That they may pounce?
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Tarry with me awhile
While I say a silent prayer;
Breathe in strength
Breathe out fear
Whatever comes, let it come
I choose to tread this lonely path
With eyes set on the price beyond
Whatever comes, let it come
Because by God, a safe journey I'm guaranteed