In this closet oh Lord
Am all set in your word
To listen you speak
For I prayed you heard
for love and of guard
Grace through the week
You kept me on ground
not an error was found
even in a single kick
Healed the wound
and broke the bond
that's made me weak
You restored around
all I lost on ground
When with pride I took
you made humble my mould
made your word my food
so I'd grow back to peak
©chkimite
H