As I journey along this narrow road,
Straying off is a common episode.
Enticed by diversions that promise bold,
But all that glitters is indeed not gold.
Lost in the bushes with an empty soul
That sprung a leak during the detour stroll.
From the depths within grows a force so strong,
Drawing me home to the path straight and long.
Like a compass swivels to find True North,
The magnet within to its mate goes forth.
His Spirit, God’s very presence inside,
A deposit that won’t be brushed aside.
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