In the quietness of Your face,
While life’s journey seems like a maze,
I see the boundless span of Your grace,
As I look upward daily in a gaze.
You have called me into this race,
Therefore, I will run it without being laze,
Even though I know, yet, You set the pace,
So, I would love to give the world a daze.
Unto you daily, I present my case,
That with their cases I will not be fazed,
My loin girdle I fastened like a lace,
So that my many scuff, may be mere graze.