Oh, Lord, I stand before you, mind spinning
Not knowing just what step I should take next
I am so excited yet so afraid
Lord, how will I know, what path will be best?
Many great decisions are now at hand
Yet one seems to quickly rise to the top
All other decisions will come and go
Lord, how will I know, to go or to stop
Heart beating a thousand beats a minute
I ponder, deep, just what might be bestowed
A new era? New season of the soul?
Oh, Lord, how will I know? How will I know?
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