I try to beat the smell of sweat
On these hills I mount an ascent
Those lands uneven to contend
My youth's struggles to comprehend
I pray my attitude rises with my altitude
So I can harness strength even in solitude
These dizzy heights to keep a mean balance
That even in my folly I may stand a chance
And when I am in lands a low
In depths the ear fails the echo
A silent voice to hear clearer
A soothing word, a wise whisper
Lord I pray not to only grow in height
But strengthen me to the last leukocyte
Deafen me to the shouts of detractors
Equip me with the notes and tunes of a victor
Father humble my climb in time
Guide my thoughts and mind
Let not the finish line seem too far
Keep me permanent on the road like tar
So when the Easterly winds blow
My feet planted firm on Destiny's Road
Forgive in advance my shortcomings
Let not education make me doubt your second coming
As I walk among the bones in the valley
Remind my heart your glory to tally
That my faith not judged by mere sight
Beaten, waived or shaken by my plight
But guided by your words in foresight
That I may also be seen in your light
Breed me a humble and obedient flock
And an even better shepherd to my lot!(Wife and kids)
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