Sometimes I am less willing
Than my faith
To accept that every single decision
Which I ever made
Only directed me along the path
I was destined to take
God willing
Sometimes in my infant maturity
I fail to believe
That the bad days as well as the good
Were planned and known ahead of me
But the more I walk along the road
The further behind I see
God willing
Some day I'll truly understand
The choices He makes
Miraculously knitting me together
In a darkened place
Deo Volente
And a lot of Grace
God willing
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