Footprints
are set in Words before me.
I rebel to claim my own way, oh
Does pride get the better of me!
Many times I looked away,
I tripped and fell, and cried to find
sleep,
Praying -- searching -- and you
found me.
Why are Men dead-set to win?
To lose an eternal life for Society.
Defiance makes their doom,
As they tend Ignorance to
full-bloom.
I will sing praises until I die,
and
Glory-bound my spirit flies,
because Your arms opened wide.
*(revised, 2013)
