Morning by morning
My Father visits me
Wakes me up to listen
Like one being taught
Instructs my ear to hear
Freedoms voice
Echoing through the walls of my life
Drawing me into truths walk
The steps may vary
But the path is always straight
Straight as a dye
No shades of grey
No compromise
Where my heartbeat rests
In perfect peace.
My Father visits me
Wakes me up to listen
Like one being taught
Instructs my ear to hear
Freedoms voice
Echoing through the walls of my life
Drawing me into truths walk
The steps may vary
But the path is always straight
Straight as a dye
No shades of grey
No compromise
Where my heartbeat rests
In perfect peace.
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