I would like to learn to pray.
I fear the devil knows my heart
For men are not unique as such
And think we oft the only ones
To think or feel or cry this way…
But this is not how we’re alone.
Near to God is what I seek
But fear confounds my every step
And I stumble as though drunk
And cannot find the way…
But God has spoken.
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