when anger
longs to
lead me around
by the nose,
let me smell the
warm, yeasty
aroma of
your grace.
when judgment
wants to have
the upper hand,
let me walk
in the faltering
footsteps
of my foolish
friends.
when i am
convinced i
should be the
concertmaster
in the kingdom's
symphony,
let me gladly
take the last seat
in the row
of piccolos.
when my desires
want to run
this show called
life,
let me simply
step aside so
you can
show me the
path.
longs to
lead me around
by the nose,
let me smell the
warm, yeasty
aroma of
your grace.
when judgment
wants to have
the upper hand,
let me walk
in the faltering
footsteps
of my foolish
friends.
when i am
convinced i
should be the
concertmaster
in the kingdom's
symphony,
let me gladly
take the last seat
in the row
of piccolos.
when my desires
want to run
this show called
life,
let me simply
step aside so
you can
show me the
path.
(c) Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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