Oh, I softly listen
to these flutterings of thoughts
That incipient their way in
and remind me what I ought
to do in moments of trepidation
Where, at a crossroads I stand
And each option is filled with fog
As I reach for a kind hand
to provide the encouragement
of the single step toward
The road of change, all good,
which God prepares me for
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