Footsteps in the sand.
The touch of One
holding my hand,
guiding my journey
through this land,
One who will listen
and understand
that I am a sinner,
I am just a man
who has lost his way,
wandering without a plan.
So I hold tightly
to that hand,
bend the ear
of One who does understand
and accepts me for
who I am,
The imperfect beauty
that is Man.
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