Coming? Going? Staying? Wandering? So am I. Read my poem about getting there.
Direction to choose the prong of the fork
Go right, go left which is the course
The pressure builds like a drink under cork
Your will be the compelling force
Pace to follow Your path without delay
Speed up, slow down how do I race
The course is unknown must not lose the way
Following close behind in step with grace
Destination to find, oh lead me there
Start here, stop there where is the place
Seems lost from sight the next step I will dare
May God reveal the way leave a strong trace
CreatorWorship 
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