In my darkest times I go to him
When the light is bent and lights are dim
He speaks of faith and continuing hope
His personal advice and way to cope
He says to let go and to trust
In the plan that’s flawless and just
The relief of passed over control
Conveniently absolve and console
Despite it’s comforting appeal
I’m just not there, I wish it was real
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