Discernment

Lord, give me the insight
To comprehend the many
Dilemmas I face,
And a sense of awareness to
Wear like a friend
To keep my feet firmly in place.

Gasping for wisdom and
Searching for vision to
Foresee the end of the race, while
Winging a prayer and
Completely dependent on
Copious eminent grace.

Swift, level judgement,
My cold sober friend,
Delivered in haphazard haste,
Considered but little and
Caught in the middle
Can only bring heartache and waste.

We strive for perfection
In shards of perception
With steps we can never retrace.

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