Circumstances ground begins tough to swallow,
For what more ahead even harder to follow,
I fear what lies within is really hollow,
And not knowing what will become of tomorrow.
Where lie thee in my need?
Why do you leave me bleed?
Fear birthed amidts uncertainty,
Drives me to the the brim of sanity.
Can you not Follow??
What drownth ye in all thy sorrow?
Wherst from this spirit ye borrow?
Have thou not seen I have cleansed thy feet?
Do the same, May this act repeat.
Fore bareht ye the task ahead,
Set off the journey, I'll make it straight
Toil ye must in the heat of noon day,
But come the evening, gather to pray.
I have you in certainty!
Come follow me!
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