I would walk upright, but something stops me from standing tall.
I would go slowly, but something makes me frantic.
I would spread love, but something makes me doubt there is enough to share.
Walk upright, go slowly, spread love — simple things you call me to do, Lord, and all that is stopping me is fear.
Thy will be done, Lord, and let my worry dissolve like mist.
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