More than oft, I do fail
the calling on my life.
I set my course to sail,
yet, distracted by strife
I’m forced to stop. Then bail.
Failure cuts like a knife
life goes from bright to pale.
My negative runs rife,
hammering in my nail.

So long, farewell to fail.
Let’s flip the script of life,
feel the wind fill my sails.
Refuse to live in strife!
I’ll use buckets to bail
my ropes cut with a knife.
The Light wins – goodbye pale.
Freedom to love runs rife,
I’m redeemed by His nail.

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