Bouts

Be gone you stupid doubts!
I won’t give way to your bouts
I need to stop going back
focusing on my lack
That’s not what I should be doing
on Him I should be chewing
He is the bread of life
Be gone useless strife!
I’ll walk where He’s called
I will not be stalled
my head held high
He draws me nigh
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No more stumbling around
with my face towards the ground
I am not bound
In Him, I am found
He gives release
In Him, there’s great peace
It is a must
In Him, to trust
He fills the needs
removing all weeds
We must not forget
nor give way to fret

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