When life becomes a whirlwind strong,
And I have no place to turn,
I’m lost with no direction at all,
And your will I can’t discern.

I find the reasons are because,
Your will I’ve not been seeking,
I treat you like a long-lost friend,
Who’s right beside me pleading.

Pleading that I turn my gaze,
From things just of this world,
That I just look on His face,
And find my faults unfurled.

Unfurled to look beneath the scars,
To fix what can be mended,
Before my time on earth is done,
And life’s changes have been ended.

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