Your comfort's tangible - a sturdy staff
That a tired pilgrim leans on.
I come to you for my salvation
In moments when the path is lost.
When doubts creep in, and faith
In truthfulness of my course abates.
By choice I set out on this journey,
With constant turns, pebbles
That make me trip and stumble,
And ripples in the road
Testing the steadiness of my footing.
You are devoted and true,
A childhood friend that stays by my side.
An oasis where I can lay my head
And dip my hot face in the waters
Of a pristine lake.
If your power was obscure before,
Distant and uncertain,
A mirage that hungry eyes
Wished to will into existence,
Now, my gratitude is endless
For your selfless loyalty.
The generosity in giving me
Your soothing strength.
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